Alan Archibald, 2001
If you would not be robbed, do not fill your house with jade. Lao
Tzu
It is not strange that such an exuberance of enterprise should
cause some individuals to mistake change for progress. Millard Fillmore
All our lauded technological progress -- our very civilization --
is like the axe in the hand of the pathological criminal. Albert
Einstein
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired
signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed,
those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending
money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its
scientists, the hopes of its children... This is not a way of life at all, in
any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a
cross of iron. Dwight Eisenhower, April 16, 1953.
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Til selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
America the
Beautiful (seventh verse)
Some people never see the light til it shines through bullet
holes. Bruce Cockburn
***
A veteran of Russia's Afghan war commented that 'the most
dangerous thing about the mujahedin is that they know how to
die. They look you in the eye and they're ready to die."
On October 9th, al Qaeda spokesman Suliman Abu
Geith said: "Americans must know that the storm of airplanes will not
stop. There are yet thousands of young people who look forward to death like
Americans look forward to life."
In an interesting - and unexpected parallel - Martin Luther King
Jr. held that "If a man hasn't discovered something he will die for, he
isn't fit to live."
Clearly, the willingness to die - and more particularly, to die
for a cause - unleashes the most powerful force on earth. Readiness to die
inspires boldness and determination.
The ability to "lay oneself down with a will" stems from
such chthonic faith that self-interested caution and the need to subject
personal judgment to rational analysis are thrown to the wind.
The early Christian, Tertullian, said: "I believe because
it's absurd."
In the late 1970s, Franciscan Father Bill Cieslak asked me if I
knew that "the chief difference between first century Christians and our
contemporaries is that first century Christians looked forward to dying."
Not only did they anticipate death with a certain giddiness, if
they were fortunate enough to be slaughtered by infidels, death's goodness
doubled since "the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church."
Rev. Cieslak held that we moderns, even those of us who consider
ourselves Christians, have grown tentative - don't quite believe that paradise
is preferable to our earthly pleasure domes.
Until the second World War, Christians perceived this world as a
"valley of tears." Since then, our planet has become a much more
pleasurable - if not joyful - place.
Propelled by the astonishing engine of capitalist productivity,
most Americans have become "little kings." Our refrigerators,
medicine chests and entertainment centers overflow with pleasure, healing and
amusement. Our material advantages beggar the perquisites of recent royalty.
Not only have we become little kings, increasingly we have become
"like gods" and are proud of the many accomplishments that position
us at the top of the global pecking order.
Immediately after the 9/11 horror, Jeff Immelt, the new head of
General Electric, exemplified America's brash dominion when he said: "My
second day as chairman, a plane I lease, flying with engines I built, crashed
into a building that I insure, and it was covered with a network I
own."
As a people, we feel at home with psychological
"inflation," with grotesquely distorted egomania. In the marketplace,
we admire the bloated sense of plutocratic grandeur that persuades Mr. Immelt
his dominion is vast and quickly approaching infinity.
An unbridled sense of ownership has become a hallmark of "The
American Way." This boundless sense of dominion bubbled to the surface in
our initial response to the Twin Towers tragedy when military
"intelligence" dubbed our pending war-on-terror, "Infinite
Justice."
America's limitless pretensions are, at least, matched by the
straightforwardness of our global and globalizing egotism.
Alternatively, the Islamic world believes infinity is an attribute
of God alone. In a peculiar way, America's self-deification does impute
infinite justice to God --- the god we've made of ourselves.
Make no mistake. The attacks of 9/11 were abominations.
Nothing so heinous has ever occurred on American soil.
There is no justification for these attacks.
.
Still, Islamic anger is more understandable than Dubyah's naive
lamentation: "Why would anyone want to do this to us?"
Republicans coined the phrase "Culture Wars." True
believers throughout the GOP invested so much righteous anger in Culture
Warfare that, for the last eight years, half the American political
establishment defamed, ambushed and assassinated the character of the other
half.
What we have now is Culture War gone global.
Many Islamics (not just fundamentalists) see American life as
essentially sacrilegious. Where we see "life, liberty and the pursuit of
happiness," many Islamics see "indulgent superfluity, libertinism,
and self-centered individualism."
Ironically, Republicans and Islamics are similarly attuned to the
cultural corrosiveness of modernity. Until now, our modern Moloch has fed on
the destruction of tradition, the trivialization born of novelty, the
disposability of relationships, the propagation of suck/fuck violence as
freedom of speech, and the imposition of Value Void on our children. Moloch has
rendered us a nation of cynics, those exquisitely prissy creatures whom Oscar
Wilde defined as "know(ing) the price of everything and the value of
nothing."
Although our outrage at the toppling of Twin Towers will
eventually fade, we are, for the first time, stunned by our erstwhile use of
violence as entertainment. We no longer stomach the "amusement of
violence" as innocuous voyeurism. Suddenly, it has
become obscene to "cop a feel" from the gratuitous
suffering of others, even though 24/7 repetition of the Trade Center videotape,
was, in itself, obscenely voyeuristic. In this new milieu, even
"la la land" moguls stumble over corpse litter to forswear their recent
sins.
Tragically, the military-industrial-educational complex is a
resilient beast that expands its domain by claiming the impossiblity of
"going back." Modernity depends on the idolization of progress and
the ever-receding horizon of "manufactured need."
Consumptive growth depends on the normalization of anxiety and the
banal belief that "s/he who dies with the most toys wins."
Those culture warriors who try to turn back the clock are
dismissed as foolhardy opponents of progress, a ragtag band of soapbox orators
promoting impossible dreams.
After all, "time marches on."
At least until 9/11 when the clock stopped.
That morning, the over-developed world was brought to standstill
by three meticulously guided missiles. (It is a useful exercise to constrast
this ruination with our bombardment of North Viet Nam, a "conflict"
in which more ordnance was dropped on a land mass the size of Missouri than the
total tonnage exploded over Europe in World War II.)
Even now, weeks later, the threat of more violence shreds domestic
tranquility.
Everything is different.
Modernity - even post-modernity - are sudden shards of hastily
moulted skin.
While Christians, Jews and Buddhists accommodate the Religion
of Progress (and the degrading "acceleration of culture" that
sucks at the same teat,) Islam has pointed slowly and deliberately at the
purported superiority of seventh century Mecca.
Although none of us will undertake hajj, the crush of
recent events (and the near inevitability of "another shoe dropping")
open a strangely liberating panorama. Suddenly, we realize our ability to step
aside, to pause, to turn our fixated gaze from the icons of fatuity to the
contemplation of real alternatives.
Four days after September's calamity, I had dinner with a group of
physicians and molecular biologists. Dr. K. - recently retired from an
illustrious career in surgery - reflected on his experience as a Second World
War Navy officer. This new war, he said, is categorically different from
"The Good War" and that we must find new means of engagement.
Dr. K. went on to lament the passing of Martin Luther King Jr.,
suggesting that the only way to overcome suicidal servants of hatred is to
embark a path often praised but seldom followed: "Love your enemies. Pray
for those who persecute you."
In a word, well-coordinated nonviolence may be the only way to
defeat an enemy whose far-flung minions are scattered like lymph-borne cancer
through the body of humankind.
Even the lens of aggressive self-interest goes bump against the
futility of bombardment. Twenty years ago no one suggested we bomb Italy to
eliminate the Red Brigade: now, it seems equally absurd to advocate
"massive damage" on a hapless population victimized by
"terrorist occupation."
Gandhi said "the only people in the world who do not see
Jesus as non-violent are Christians." Christendom clings desperately to
Jesus' whip-weilding in the temple as the only Gospel validation of violence,
even though there's no good reason to believe he did more than crack it.
We dread the impotence of nonviolence, the inability to pound our
foes into certain submission. We share a dismal certainty that nonviolence
wields no political clout.
Yet, within living memory, Mahatma Gandhi, ambling half-naked
across the Indian subcontinent, crystallized the soul power of non-violent satyagraha to
topple the British empire. As an indicator of Gandhi's power, Liverpool (my
former home) - which was the busiest harbor in the world in 1935 - shut down
ALL port activity in 1985.
Within the United States, Martin Luther King's nonviolent
organization turned the tide on social injustices that had festered since
colonialism.
Americans have always lacked patience, a word whose Latin root
asks us "to suffer" willingly.
Although each of us is signatory to the "comfortable disease
of progress," King also pointed out that "unearned suffering is
redemptive."
While burning our material offerings at the altar of Progress, I
wonder if we've sought peace and justice with the passion we've invested in
pleasure, consolation, convenience, comfort and other forms of trivial pursuit.
It is widely assumed that non-violence can only be effective in a
world more civilized than our own, that Gandhi himself was successful because
he appealed to the British sense of "fair play."
Still, if we're hurtling toward a new form of "mutually
assured destruction," the mere chance that non-violence may
"work" becomes an appealing possibility despite well-reasoned, but
ultimately suicidal, chest-thumping.
Buckminster Fuller, the renowned design scientist known for
innovative practicality, observed that "the most idealistic is the
realistically most practical."
If Fuller is right - or if he's even close to the mark - our
refusal to take Jesus and Buddha at their word is at least counterproductive.
If the exacerbation of terrorism takes a nuclear turn - and we should
consciously acknowledge that Pakistan is undergoing rapid radicalization - our
ignorance would be self-destructive as well.
The current conflict - like all conflicts of the Christian era -
asks us to decide whether Semitic fondness for "the law of the
Talion" will be superceded by the new covenant of love whose foremost
spokesman enjoins us: "Resist not evil. Love your enemies."
Clarity requires acknowledgement that non-violence invites
violence, that innocent people will be injured and killed, that non-violence
deliberately flirts with "crucifixion" --- in the hope of subsequent
resurrection.
Given these liabilities, it's difficult to propagate
non-violence.
Until now, nation states simply isolated "the enemy" -
located "the evil" over there - contrasted light and darkness with
the starkness of Caravaggio. Now, the planet has assumed a sort of cortical
covering in which "light" and "darkness" are the
"conscious" and "unconscious" components of a single social
Mind.
As this indivisible singularity becomes increasingly apparent - as
we begin to perceive humankind as one continuous society - we progressively
realize that "the conscious mind" cannot amputate its unconscious
component without killing itself. (See Philoctetes footnote.) Rather, the conscious mind can only struggle to bring the
unconscious to light, to deploy a modicum of orderly co-existence between these
"psychological components," to realize that the Apollonian and the
Dionysian needn't be locked in deadly battle.
In the uncertainty surrounding recent events, I recall St.
Augustine's dictum: "We know to the extent that we love."
Perhaps the world has arrived at a millennial crossroad. Christ
meant something when he said "Love your enemies."
Might we be called upon to embrace "the shadow that can never be
dispelled?"
After an initial outburst of thunderous sabre-rattling, President
Bush and his advisors have been curiously thoughtful, unusually measured as
they weigh options.
It could be they're making damn sure of their ability to kick ass,
inflicting great damage with minimal allied losses.
This strange calm may also signify dawning recognition that
killing and suicide are bound in more intimate embrace than commonly
thought.
Perhaps some baby-boomer on the president's staff recalled
Marshall McLuhan's quip: "To the spoils belongs the victor."
Carl Jung observed that if we push any human trait far enough, it
suddenly transforms into its opposite. I remember attending a meeting of the
John Birch Society in 1970. I went to amuse myself, expecting to chortle up my
sleeve at this near view of benighted right-wingers. To my surprise, the
Birchers, held a philosophy cheek-by-jowl with the extreme left. It was the
John Birch Society that first criticized fluorine in water, a trait belittled
in "Dr. Strangelove." Nowadays, "essential dogma" for anyone
left of center is to "keep one's bodily fluids pure." And so,
rigorous dietary vigilance has become a new religion. In similar vein, a Chapel
Hill landfill administrator - who's also a card-carrying ecologist - recently
confessed his shock at having abandoned leftist orthodoxy for a more
libertarian view: "The federal government's political center of gravity is
just too high."
As more and more life cycles come full-circle, perhaps military
slaughter looks a little too much like suicide.
In any event, it remains a kindergarten truism that the only way
to eliminate an enemy is to make him your friend, particularly when one's enemy
is a Hydra-headed exemplar of the battle cry: "The blood of the martyrs is
the seed of the church!" Bin Laden brags - probably with good reason -
"Kill me and a hundred Osamas take my place."
Recently, Prime Minister Brian Mulroney voiced a
seldom-articulated truth: "In politics you need two things. One is good
friends. But mostly, you need a good enemy."
Soon after the Soviet Empire collapsed, we began to see the
paradoxical difficulty of living in a uni-polar world, a world without
"good enemies." Apparently, the universe is designed to manifest
polarity - positive/negative, good/bad, ying/yang, us/them, conscious/unconscious.
To some extent, "the devil must be given his due." Just
as Yahweh joined Satan to wager amicably for Job's soul, so "the
unconscious" must be granted a role in the universal design. Without
assignation of purpose, the unconscious grows embittered and
vengeful.
By trying to eliminate any "ordained" polarity, we defy
the natural - and supernatural - order of things. Therefore, it is with
considerable apprehension that I regard America's fondness for defiance.
This much is certain: post-Soviet uni-polarity enabled the blitzkrieg emergence
of "globalization," and the consequent alienation of cultures ignored
or marginalized by "the new global order."
Suddenly, we witness the chthonic re-emergence of bipolarity. On
the one hand swarm the "advocates of globalizing modernization"; on
the other, "the gathering hordes of 'primitive' Islam." (This
analysis overlooks "the sleeping giant" China, but that's another
story)
Although I hope for a "kinder, gentler" reprise of
Desert Storm --- with far fewer "points of light" illuminating the
Afghani/Iraqi/Libyan/Syrian/Iranian/Cuban skies --- I also fear that Dubyah is
a cheerleader at heart, and that finally, he has found his calling. From the
sidelines of belligerence, he'll exhort the crowd to re-work his father's will,
to "finish" the affair, to vindicate one of the most questionable
adventures in the annals of American warfare.
Given the ferocity of Taliban barbarism, this essay affords no
seamless entry to reflect on the grandeur of traditional Afghan culture. Much
of the country lies in ruin, a tangled web of geopolitical debris wasted by
Afghanistan's employment as proxy battlefield for the United States and the
Soviet Union.
Nevertheless, two stories beg telling.
1.) In the late 60s, musician Tommy Graham left our Toronto
community to study sitar and other Asian instruments. He was gone a year. When
he returned, he found it impossible to describe the wonders of Afghanistan.
Tommy had journeyed in many countries and experienced a wide range of culture.
Afghanistan towered above the field. Its gentility, artisanry, amicability and
warm welcome were second to none.
2.) In the early seventies, I studied Community and Public Health
Planning at the University of Cincinnati. where I enjoyed a year-long platonic
romance with an Afghan woman named Maliha Zulfacar. I should perhaps mention
that Maliha's mother was the first Afghan woman to train and practice as an
architect. Although Maliha welcomed the opportunity to study in the States, she
was dismayed by certain aspects of American culture, chiefly the disposability
of things. In particular, Maliha disapproved the disposability of people, the
deliberate engagement of sexual intimacy with no intention for the relationship
to mature or endure.
In the Spring of 1972, after completing her masters degree, Maliha
returned to Afghanistan. Shortly before we lost touch, I realized Maliha was
suspended between two radically divergent cultures. In her last letter, she
described her daily rounds: up at dawn, she milked the family cow and then
walked it to highland pasture. There, she spent her days in
contemplation.
Pascal believed that "most of humankind's problems arise from
our inability to sit still."
We are compulsively busy people, parsecs from realizing how our
very achievements - as spectacular as they appear in our resumés - contribute
to the exponential acceleration of culture. All of us are Systematically
suborned to insure that "haste makes waste."
We cannot be still. We are estranged from meditative centeredness.
We know nothing of contemplative poise. Often, prayer reduces to formality or
anachronism.
We are restless meddlers with no tolerance for calm or quiet. The
stillness that humankind has traditionally conceived as peace is now viewed as
menace. We hold as axiomatic that "change is good." We welcome
novelty for its own sake and remain oddly credulous at claims of "new and
improved." Amidst this ceaseless sea-change, we welcome the background
noise of information. We grope for NPR before the car is out of
"park." As soon as the screen door bangs behind us, we ignite a
squawk box. It doesn't matter which one - television, radio, video game,
computer - they all serve the same purpose of avoiding the void, insuring that sunyatta and
"self-emptying" never blip on radar.
Ruled by the Golden Calf, we have made impatience a virtue.
"In your patience, you shall possess your soul."
We are fast becoming a soul-less people, persuaded that superior
intelligence ordains us as "missionaries to the world." Mohammed Ali
observed that "white people are really smart, but they sure are
crazy." Malcolm X noted: "The white man seems tone deaf to the total
orchestration of humankind."
What little balance we display is attributable to the mutual
cancellation of extremes --- drinking diet soda while eating éclairs; dropping
bombs and rations on alternating sorties.
I ponder this noise and hurry, this sound and fury. I wonder at
our simulacra of "balance," and am haunted by the thought that
"This won't end well."
Still, I'm open to being surprised. The law of unintended
consequences generates outcomes that range from "surprising" to
"weirdly ironic."
For example, the United States supported both Saddam Hussein and
the Taliban.
Given our track record, what might we reasonably expect from the
next Islamic leader on whom our favor rests?
On September 30th, Attorney General John Ashcroft announced that
fresh terrorist attacks on the United States were likely, and that the risk of
such strikes could increase after military action in Afghanistan. No sooner did
those strikes begin than the percentage of Americans' expecting terrorist
reprisal rose from 22% to 43%.
Am I missing something, or do most folks think military action
jeopardizes national security?
Under these circumstances, it is surpassingly strange that we
don't even ask whether national security might be enhanced by investing new
military outlays on domestic anti-terrorism instead.
Although Ronald Reagan referred to the Soviet Union as
"the focus of evil in the modern world," the USSR - in the end - was
torn apart by centrifugal force, not by military conquest. A seventy year diet
of dialectical materialism sapped the spiritual vitality of a whole people.
Starved for any meaning that transcended "bread, vodka and a
state-subsidized apartment," the communist superstructure simply collapsed.
Likewise, Rome and England - and their Mayan/Aztec counterparts -
saw their empires crumble without any defining military moment.
Yes, the Second World War was, arguably, "a good war."
But it's difficult to say the same about other wars and
"conflicts."
The Canadians, for example, never undertook to revolt against
England, yet Canada is an exceptionally peaceful, humanitarian country,
singularly dedicated to the Common Good. Some go so far as to argue that Canada
is the only civilized country in the hemisphere. Is it possible that our
Revolutionary War sowed the seed of "justifiable" warfare in the
American character? (Recently I watched the Disney classic, Johnny
Tremain with my two children. In one scene, "the clever
Minutemen," camouflaged by buckskin, hide in the woods, killing the
redcoats invisibly. The well disciplined Brits would soon re-assemble and
resume their fatal march. Watching this scene in horror, I realized that
"the redcoats" marked the apogee of "civilized" warfare -
making sure that only clearly-identified combatants would be targeted - whereas
the stealthy Minutemen impressed me as the original terrorists. I was
embarrassed for my country, pausing the tape to explain to Maria and Daniel
that these "peekaboo" killers were behaving monstrously.)
The Civil War? Lincoln originally viewed the demise of slavery as
an imminent inevitability, and believed the South would spontaneously abandon
the practice within 20 years.
The First World War? Near as I can tell its chief purpose was to
lay groundwork for the Second.
Viet Nam? Korea?
The 90 plus military interventions perpetrated by the United
States in Latin America? Chile? Guatemala (where 200,000 Mayan peasants died)?
Nicaragua?
It's time for proponents of realpolitik to take a
close look at "wu wei" the ancient Chinese philosophy of
passive resistance that undergirds ju jitsu and other martial
arts. Similarly, we might consider Christ's blunt admonition to "Love your
enemies" or his enigmatic enjoinder, "Do not resist evil."
We need to recognize that "cycles of violence" only end when someone
breaks the cycle, when someone inserts a rose in pointed gun or cannon, when
everyone is so sick of slaughter that "peace" is finally swallowed
like a bitter draught.
Washington is abuzz about "a new kind of warfare," but
no one is asking key questions concerning values and the cross-cultural
conflicts they engender. Notice that the entire nation shut down in the wake of
9-11 except for the "Buy Channel" whose agents were "ready to
take your call" 24/7.
All of us - particularly those on the Left - are unflinchingly
self-righteous when we derogate certain elements of Islam: its
treatment of women comes immediately to mind. We conduct little searching
dialogue, and none that is humbling.
Several weeks before the Twin Tower attack, the United States and
Israel "walked out" of the Durban Racism Conference, the
decade's most significant forum on racial/ethnic divisions. Other American and
European nations stayed at the table and hammered out a respectable document
that brought to light important issues systematically stonewalled by the U.S.
and Israel.
We proudly proclaim that terrorists will not dictate our actions,
and - like Timothy McVeigh - claim to be "captain of our own soul."
Yet the Twin Towers grabbed our attention and won't let go. We say we will not
negotiate with terrorists. Yet we plan to "drain the swamp," devising
a Marshall plan to rebuild Afghanistan and all the nascent nations in its
geographical orbit. What if we had been equally responsive (or
"proactive" as bureaucrats like to say) when we had our chance in
Durban?
Osama bin Laden and his minions are sociopaths. They probably
would have attacked anyhow. Still, had Washington undertaken creative dialogue
in Durban, the entire Islamic balance of power would have tipped however
slightly - in our direction. What would happen if - immediately - we reopened
the conversation begun at Durban?.
Absent any soul-searching discussion, we re-dedicate ourselves to
business-as-usual. We immerse ourselves in the fever pitch of Yankee ingenuity.
Our finest engineers re-double their efforts to devise technical solutions to
problems that are essentially spiritual.
This idolatrous adulation of technique recalls last year's
photo-finish presidential election, and subsequent obsession with voting
machine technology. Predictably, MIT and Cal Tech are now collaborating on a
"fool-proof voting booth."
However, as Camus said: "Genius is a profound grasp of the
obvious," and so, in our benightedness there is no mention of Canada's
refusal to use any sort of voting machinery, but instead utilizes hand-held
paper ballots with squares directly opposite each candidate's name. Canadians
actually check their choice on a single, integral ballot with no intervening
technology. A fringe benefit of manual voting - and manual counting - is that
it takes so long to come up with a dependable vote count that no figures are
released until voting booths have closed in all time zones.
Wendell Berry observed that "the problem is not bad politics,
but a bad way of life."
Still, it is unpopular - verging damnable - to indict the American
way at such a tragic time.
Nevertheless, correction is needed most when wanted least.
The brilliance of the American spirit will be dimmed unless we
honor the suspicions of the world's 50 Islamic nations and probe them in open
dialogue.
The brightest light casts the deepest shadow.
Despite its seductive allure, it is wrong to stare at the light
until blinded by it.
For the sake of wholeness and healing, we must explore the shadow
and learn its lessons well.
The shadow knows.
***
Footnote on Philoctetes.
This essay was inspired by a long-dormant memory of the mythic
Greek warrior Philoctetes. Since it is too difficult to make a rational
argument concerning his relevance to our current quandary, I include this
footnote.
Philoctetes was the only figure whom Sophocles, Aeschylus and
Euripedes made their common protagonist.
Why was Philoctetes - a relatively minor hero - so valued by the
ancient Greeks?
"Philoctetes. A Greek chieftain who inherited the bow and
arrows of Heracles. He started with seven ships for the Trojan War, but was
bitten on the way by a serpent at Lemnos. On account of the stench of the wound
the other Greeks left him behind and went on to Troy. As an oracle, however,
declared that Troy could be taken only by the arrows of Heracles, Odysseus and
Diomedes went to Lemnos to fetch Philoctetes. He accompanied them to Troy, was
healed by Machaon, slew Paris, and returned safely home. The drama Philoctetes by
Sophocles still exists. The legend was dramatized also by Aeschylus and
Euripedes." The New International Encyclopedia, Dodd, Mead and Company,
NYC, 1916
"Homer states that Philoctetes was distinguished for his
prowess with the bow; that he was bitten by a snake on the journey to Troy and
left behind on the island of Lemnos; and that he subsequently returned home in
safety. In the post-Homeric accounts, Philoctetes or his father had been given
the bow and arrows of Heracles (see Hercules) as a reward for kindling the fire
on Mr. Oeta, on which the hero immolated himself. Philoctetes remained at
Lemnos till the tenth year of the war. An oracle having declared that Troy
could not be taken without the arrows of Heracles, Odysseus and Diomedes (or
Neoptolemus) were sent to fetch Philoctetes. On his arrival before Troy he was
healed of his wound by Machaon, and slew Paris; shortly afterwards the city was
taken." Encyclopedia Britannica, William Benton, Publisher, 1957
Why is Philoctetes' relevant to our current conundrum?
In a word, Philoctetes stank. The stench was so repellent that he
was cut off from the body politic, relegated to isolation, treated as an unapproachable
pariah. However, until he was reincorporated by society - until he was given a
role - his fellows could make no headway in their common desire to defeat
Troy.
If Islamic terrorists are, on some level, mythic representatives
of Philoctetes, we are unlikely to make significant progress in our war on
terrorism until we actively engage open dialogue. Ironically, everyone sees the
need for dialogue between Jews and Palestinians, even though our current wrath
impels us to re-enact the mutual escalation that brought these ancient and
honorable cultures to the brink of fratricidal destruction.
The prospect of open dialogue with bin Laden is no more welcome
than trench warfare knee-deep in rotting corpses.
The alternative will likely be worse.
***
"The impasse contained in the scientific viewpoint itself can
only be broken through by the attainment of a view of nothingness which goes
further than, which transcends the nihil of nihilism.
The basic Buddhist insight of Sunyata, usually translated as
"emptiness," "the void," or "no-Thingness," that
transcends this nihil, offers a viewpoint that has no equivalent in
Western thought.
The consciousness of the scientist, in his mechanized, dead and
dumb universe, logically reaches the point where --- if he practices his
science existentially and not merely intellectually -- the meaning of his own
existence becomes an absurdity and he stands on the rim of the abyss of nihil
face to face with his own nothingness. People are not aware of this dilemma.
That it does not cause great concern is in itself a symptom of the sub-marine
earthquake of which our most desperate world-problems are merely symptomatic.
... It is becoming ever clearer that the terrors of war, hunger
and despoliation are neither economic, nor technological problems for which
there are economic or technological solutions. They are primarily spiritual
problems..." Frederick Franck
Frederick Franck was born into a non-observant Jewish family in
Holland. He was subsequently baptized a Protestant. After graduating as a
dentist, Franck began the first dental clinic at Albert Schweitzer's hospital
in West Africa. Later, having embarked a career as writer and artist, Mr.
Franck heeded Pope John XXIII's call to build a society of peace on earth
(Pacem in Terris.) Franck became the official artist of the Second
Vatican Council (1962-1965) and, as a tribute to Pope John, has created a
temple of all faiths called Pacem in Terris on his property in Warwick, New
York.
It is becoming increasingly apparent that we shall not have the
benefits of this world for much longer. The imminent and expected destruction
of the life cycle of world ecology can only be prevented by a radical shift in
outlook from our present naive conception of this world as a testing ground to
a more mature view of the universe as a comprehensive matrix of life forms.
Making this shift is essentially religious, not political or economic.
Vine DeLoria Jr.
Our society is dedicated almost entirely to the celebration of the
ego, with all its sad fantasies about success and power, and it celebrates
those very forces of greed and ignorance that are destroying the planet.
Sogyal Rinpoche, Tibetan monk
Nothing more strangely indicates an enormous and silent evil of
modern society than the extraordinary use which is made nowadays of the word
"orthodox." In former days the heretic was proud of not being a
heretic. It was kingdoms of the world and the police and the judges who were
heretics. He was orthodox... All the tortures torn out of forgotten hells could
not make him admit that he was heretical... The word "heresy" not
only means no longer "being wrong"; it practically means being
clear-headed and courageous. The word "orthodoxy" not only no longer
means being right, it practically means being wrong... (This) means that people
care less for whether they are philosophically right... The dynamiter, laying a
bomb, ought to insist that, whatever else he is, at least he is orthodox...
General theories are everywhere contemned... We will have no generalizations...
We are more and more to discuss art, politics, literature. A man's opinion on
tramcars matters; his opinion on Botticelli matters; his opinion on all things
does not matter. He may turn over and explore a million objects, but he must
not find that strange object, the universe, for if he does, he will have a
religion and be lost. Everything matters, except everything. G. K. Chesterton
There are two ways of lying as there are two ways of deceiving
customers. If the scale registers 15 ounces, you can say "It's a
pound." Your lie will remain relative to an invariable measure of the
true. If customers check it, they can see they're being robbed, and you know by
how much you're robbing them: a truth remains as a judge between you. But if
the demon induces you to tamper with the scale itself, it is the criterion of
the true which is denatured, and there is no longer any possible control. And
little by little, you will forget that you are cheating. Denis de
Rougement
Unless the cause of peace-based-on-law gathers behind it the force
and zeal of a religion, it hardly can hope to succeed......There must be added
that deep power of emotion which is a basic ingredient of religion.
Einstein
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though
nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a
miracle. Einstein
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