Justin E. H. Smith
[An extensive archive of Justin Smith's writing can be found at www.jehsmith.com]
I would probably not consider myself in any position to hold forth on God, were talk of this sort not all the rage in Hollywood, and were I not such a slave to trickle-down fashion. But I remain an ordinary mortal, and would do well to proceed cautiously. I should perhaps begin by defining my terms.
It seems to me that God is nothing other than the inflation to infinity of our experience of paternal authority. I was never all that impressed with paternal authority. I preferred maternal solicitude, which inflated to infinity gives us not God but, well, infinite longing for more maternal solicitude. Our access to this begins decreasing around the time we stop breastfeeding, and when it is reduced to a mere residue at puberty we begin to look for alternative sources of it. For the most part, we look in vain, but the absence of what we long for does not cause us to supernaturalize the elusive object of our longing(save for a few neo-pagans who have made the category mistake of suggesting that God may be a woman).
I've digressed, you say, but my point is precisely that I have not. God is not a universally necessary a priori concept, and it is not the case that for logical or metaphysical reasons beyond dispute there simply "has to be something," as the self-described "non-religious but very spiritual" types like to say. It is not the case that everyone everywhere possesses the concept, and it is not the case that we ourselves cannot dispense with it. Rather, supernatural entities are an abstraction from our natural and emotional ties to humans and other animals, and these are largely determined by our culture's values.
We may individually value the women in our lives, but this is something we are expected to keep to ourselves, and when it comes to candidacy for that infinitely high public office of divinity, only a patriarch will do. In many cultures, the supernatural does not extend beyond dead ancestors, conceptualized as ghosts. Members of these cultures will agree that "there has to be something," but this something is not an omnipotent omniscient creator. It's just grandpa. Our culture, however, has a habit of infinitizing what it values, of projecting our human attachment to fathers and kings into infinity.
I am no more ready to argue, on metaphysical or logical grounds, against the existence of God than I am ready to argue against the existence of the ghosts of ancestors that some Mongolian peasant holds dear. It is simply not my business. Any serious engagement with the problem of God will be not metaphysical but anthropological. Engaged in this way, the question is not whether God --the concept of which is taken for granted-- exists or does not exist, but rather why it is that a society conceptualizes the ultimate grounds of its own existence in one way rather than another.
What we learn when we put the question in this way is quite a bit about the place of fathers and kings and big inflated things in our culture, but very little about the place of, or the logical need for, an omniscient, omnipotent, omnibenevolent creator in the universe. To remain content with learning this much may seem an all-too humble scope of interest, but it is not clear that it constitutes a true change of subject. For talk of God, as Durkheim rightly discerned, is really just talk of society. Society is God, as the great sociologist put it, and to this extent, at least, I can confirm that he exists.
In certain times and places, such as second-century Alexandria or nineteenth-century Denmark, philosophers have taken an interest in the concept of God, and attempted to defend it by stripping away the naive anthropomorphisms that the vulgar habitually attach to it. God, they argue, cannot be a man, let alone a man with a long white beard; God cannot really have a face, let alone a backside, even if the masses were pleased to hear that on Mt. Sinai Moses caught a glimpse of the latter; God cannot really have any human traits at all. Indeed, God cannot even be described in human language.
The problem, though, is that when these rigorous demands are pushed as far as they can go, and one by one all the features projected from human experience are stripped away, we find that not all that much is left, and the apophatic path leads us to something that looks troublingly like atheism. God is an old man on a throne or he is, quite literally, nothing. For this reason, tiresome academic debates such as that between Bertrand Russell the "atheist" and Father Copleston the "theist," the one denying that there is some entity x such that x equals God, and the other denying the denial --which for some reason undergraduates always want to reenact, though much less eloquently, in my introductory philosophy classes-- really don't get to the heart of the matter. (I suppose I should not be hard on the youngsters. They're still learning. But grown men should know better.)
To opt for agnosticism is no solution: it is to accept the terms of the debate as laid out by the dithering old dons of a century ago, but to lack the conviction to side with either of them. Agnosticism says that there is something it would be nice to know, but that due to our limited grasp of things we are unable to know it. Agnosticism is failed theism, and I want to say that there is nothing to theism but the projection of what we already value from our mundane experience. It is either this or the empty space left by negative theology, which is hardly worthy of worship either. And it is for this reason that the truly pious disposition can only be atheism: not as the denial of the existence of some entity, à la Russell --as though the problem of God were of a pair with the problem of Bigfoot--, but as a cultivated recognition of the humanness of our projections, and of the cosmic irrelevance of what one's own culture would like to imagine divine. If I may put this point slightly more paradoxically: it seems to me that the true path to illumination, the one sole hope for arriving at an unio mystica with the ultimate source of our being, is to insist unto death on the exclusive truth of the materialist party line.
Consider in this connection the expression of the religious sentiment in art. Pier Paolo Pasolini, before he was murdered by an underage hustler he had unashamedly picked up in some back alley of Rome, managed to make one of the most beautiful pieces of religious art of the 20th century: his film rendition of The Gospel According to St. Matthew. The best religious art of the last 100 years was created by a homosexual communist.
Perhaps the worst religious art (using that term generously) of the same period was created by an aggressive and empty-souled goon with outsized daddy issues who, when on break from belching hatred, remains unable to shut up about his personal relationship with the divine. Rent his Passion of the Christ together with Pasolini's masterpiece sometime, and watch them back to back. Then ask yourself whose side you want to be on come Judgment Day.
Brilliantly said, Justin. I particularly liked "the truly pious disposition can only be atheism: not as the denial of the existence of some entity, à la Russell --as though the problem of God were of a pair with the problem of Bigfoot--, but as a cultivated recognition of the humanness of our projections..."
Posted by: Abbas Raza | Monday, August 21, 2006 at 01:50 AM
A conscious connection of all that is infinite is the Holy.
The conscious reverence and indwelling fearless feeling or dependence (as attachment, not lack or need) for the whole is true piety. When expressed as dominance and doctrine, we find myriad representations of caustic pietousness.
LB
Posted by: Lantern Bearer | Monday, August 21, 2006 at 11:54 AM
Ricky Bobby would beg to differ about the description of God.
Posted by: beajerry | Monday, August 21, 2006 at 12:09 PM
Dear Lantern Bearer,
Uhh, yeah. That's what I meant to say.
Posted by: Justin | Monday, August 21, 2006 at 12:29 PM
Mel's problems seem twofold:
drinking to excess and crazed old-fashion anti-semitism learned at his daddy's knees.
Sad. Hope he recovers from both
Posted by: fred lapides | Monday, August 21, 2006 at 03:14 PM
It is remarkable how successful Mel Gibson's transference of the blame to alcohol has been. I have been mighty drunk countless times in my life, but as certain Jews close to me can attest, at worst inebriation makes me a bit too philosemitic.
All the evidence suggests that alcohol might distort one's perception of one's own abilities, but not that it can cause one to believe something else about the world and how it works than what one believes sober. And yet, at least since Locke's Essay concerning Human Understanding, the tradition in western moral philosophy would have us believe that drunkenness poses a metaphysical problem on a par with multiple personality disorder, as though the person who was there an hour ago has somehow mysteriously disappeared. Locke famously turned down a diplomatic post because he feared that he would be required to drink wine as part of his duties. But the rest of us should know better.
Posted by: Justin | Monday, August 21, 2006 at 08:13 PM
How nice to have a convenient alibi to distance ourselves from our own behavior. If it weren't alcohol I suppose we'd need to invent another.
It's my impression, too, that, alcohol or no, more than a few people would rather latch onto an alibi and move on than look too deeply into the issues Mel's little tirade presents us.
Posted by: sxl | Monday, August 21, 2006 at 11:45 PM
The advent of the god of religious literature springs from a simple, lazy, human place.
Given the two options: everything flows from nothing, or everything flows from something, the latter is so much easier to wrap a mind around. So, as you say, we're inclined to take the little somethings of our daily routines which clearly lead to other somethings and project them into stupendous shadows on banks of fog and, without even breaking into a sweat, we conjure god --the Big Something.
As one of the most thing-possessed, self-proclaimed god-believing people on the face of the earth, Americans flip-flop between the two extremes ad infinitum getting battier by the moment. Ambivalence is our metier. Confusion our condition. Conflict our daily bread.
Roshi Bob comments on this here: http://roshiboblog.blog-city.com/nothing_ventured_nothing_gained.htm
Posted by: JC | Wednesday, August 23, 2006 at 11:42 PM
"To opt for agnosticism is no solution: it is to accept the terms of the debate as laid out by the dithering old dons of a century ago, but to lack the conviction to side with either of them."
I don't really understand. Lack of conviction in the face of insufficient data isn't really reprehensible. It's at least as valid a position as theism or atheism. Scientifically it could be considered the only tenable position as regards a proposition which is neither verifiable nor falsifiable and where any dogmatic conclusions are apparently arbitrary and contingent.
Is the objection to agnosticism based on some sort of moral or emotional grounds?
Posted by: nasr | Monday, August 28, 2006 at 07:14 AM