tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18968172.post114475837030582234..comments2023-11-03T01:13:22.719-07:00Comments on The Rabbi Is IN with Rabbi Rami: A Leap of HubrisUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18968172.post-1144943899089337252006-04-13T08:58:00.000-07:002006-04-13T08:58:00.000-07:00Yes. Faith is synonymous with groundless assertion...Yes. Faith is synonymous with groundless assertion. The only knowledge human beings are capable of is experiential and subjective. And yet we desire, perhaps more than anything, an absolute perspective from which to know the world and ourselves. We demand objectivity, and so we invent God.<BR/> <BR/>In The Myth of Sisyphus, Camus, (echoing Descarte) describes it this way: “This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction.”<BR/><BR/>Faith, like all human knowledge, is a projection: the chimerical product of a deep-seated yearning for meaning that must answer itself in the affirmative, or vanish in a puff of smoke. We either mean, or we die. And yet we die anyway, so that the meanings we construct and project into our lives are finally silenced by the one incontrovertible truth of the universe: transience. <BR/><BR/>But if transience is the only verifiable truth, then (in a sort of self-negating tautology) no truth that asserts itself as absolute and eternal can be true. As the Taoists have it, the Tao that can be named is not the true Tao. When we rely on the doctrines of our faith as authoritative we may feel comforted, but we are also crippled. To quote Camus again: “I understand then why the doctrines that explain everything to me also debilitate me at the same time. They relieve me of the weight of my own life, and yet I must carry it alone.” <BR/><BR/>For Camus then, the trick is to “live without appeal.” That is, without appeal to absolutes, whether the comforting authority of a higher power (God) or a higher reality (the immanent Kingdom of God, or Plato’s realm of ideal Form). The difficult, fleeting, illusory present, with its baffling barrage of images and experiences, suffering and joy, is all we ever know. <BR/><BR/>There are two ways to deal with this reality. On the one hand, Nihilism asserts that the world is chaos, that the meanings we invent are paltry, and that we should all simply give them up and live as self-gratifying a life as possible before death erases us. I don’t find this particularly compelling—it’s simultaneously selfish and self-hating, and is driven by an implicit despair. To affirm nothingness in the nihilistic sense is to commit spiritual suicide. <BR/><BR/>The other option is Existentialism, which usually gets a bad rap by its association with the above. But Nihilism is only a perversion of Existentialist ideals. Where the nihilist is cowed by the lack of objective truth and the inevitability of death, the existentialist is liberated by it:<BR/><BR/>“All that remains is a fate whose outcome alone is fatal. Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty. A world remains of which man is the sole master. What bound him was the illusion of another world. The outcome of his thought , ceasing to be renunciatory, flowers in images. It frolics - in myths, to be sure, but myths with no other depth than that of human suffering and like it inexhaustible. Not the divine fable that amuses and blinds, but the terrestrial face, gesture, and drama in which are summed up a difficult wisdom and an ephemeral passion.” (Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus). <BR/><BR/>So what is the wisdom, what is the passion that Camus affirms? To live on the razor’s edge of doubt, and to continue creating meanings and truths even without the claim to absolute authority. Human beings are meaning machines. Our imagination recognizes (or invents) patterns in the chaos of nature and finds them poignant and beautiful, and all the more so for being ephemeral. Our faith is not in the finality of these patterns, but in their ongoing creation; not in the truth, but in the truth-making process.AaronHerschelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08886387346974535323noreply@blogger.com