Edit: I’m reading through this for the first time since I wrote it, and it is meandering even for me. I feel like I live in a forest, a whole, but with speech I can only walk a path. I feel the big picture I am trying to convey, but in this case at least my words didn’t quite do it justice. As with much of what I write, this needs to be looked at as a sketch, as a bigger thought in progress.
In the movie “Because of Winn-Dixie”, we see a powerful metaphor for what I at times call the tragic sense of life in the Littmus lozenges, which we are told somehow capture both the sweetness and sadness of life. They were created by a sad veteran of the Civil War. We are told they “taste like music”, and they lead Opal to the conclusion that we seem to lack the ability both to share pain as well as joy any more. Perhaps that is the best single definition of community: the capacity to share with little restraint our griefs and our exaltations.
Pain and pleasure are linked. Somehow, the latter is the greater for having suffered the former. I think it is not just the contrast–the pleasure of slaking a great thirst. That is superficial. Rather, as I have said often, pain is not cumulative. We can only take so much before becoming numb to it. What pain does is alter us qualitatively, and it can force us both in the direction of greater personal integration, love, and Goodness; and in the direction of cruelty.
The difference is in what I term a Meaning system. This is the Why in Nietzche’s famous aphorism “A man with a strong enough Why can stand any How.” Parents will suffer greatly for their children. Patriots will suffer for their nation. The faithful will suffer for their religion. Christianity is a Meaning System. So is Communism. If one looks at the sufferings entailed by Communist revolutionaries, it becomes clear that their “faith” was quite sincere, even if their thinking was foggy beyond belief, and arguably based on a need for the expression of cruelty–or at least power–at least in many cases. Frankly, the same likely obtained for substantial periods in the history of the Western Church as well.
What do you do when you believe nothing? What do you do when you believe that death is the end, life is pointless, and morality a lie told by self serving elites to secure for themselves greater comforts, indulgences and priviledges?
That is the question I wanted to address here. Consider the business of Kink.com. Here is New York Times piece on it. If you want to be thorough, go the site, although I will caution you the images are INTENDED to be disturbing.
It is a site dedicated to the intentional infliction of pain and discomfort. BDSM stands for bondage, domination, sadism and masochism.
If you read the piece, the people who work there are outwardly normal. They work 10 to 6. They have a 401k. They sponsor events and tours. They offer health coverage, including vision.
And they spend their days tying one another up, whipping each other, and performing sex acts that are intended to be painful in a way that explicitly excludes even the possibility of the expression of affection during the act. In the end, do they like another? I would suppose so. How this works is the interesting question.
In my view, BDSM is an “ersatz sacred”. I feel it is experienced by its practitioners–at least the non-sociopathic ones, and I am not accusing most of the people there of being evil–as, paradoxically, liberating. It alters their qualitative gestalt. It takes them to places which are non-mundane. It takes them, perhaps, to that place experienced by soldiers in war, who hate the war, but nonetheless find that it changes them in both useful and harmful ways. Certainly, there is nothing else like it. It makes them feel “alive”. It ties in to the sexual instinct, which is one, in the end, of procreation, of generation.
It is a way of solving the problem of meaning in suburban American style: by taking a pill. I want to be clear that war, while psychologically engaging for some, is wrong. Likewise, while I don’t view this as a moral issue since it is consensual and no one is (normally) permanently hurt, I do think that it is psychologically unhealthy.
In my view, we are both material and spiritual beings. We possess both natures. Our material nature is the product of our evolution. Men have a need to be dominant. Women tend, at times, to want to be submissive, to be dominated. Obviously, the roles can be and often are reversed, but I think this is a basic tendency. The women who want to be dominant are likely to be inverting a normal tendency to be submissive, or are doing what their man wants. Or perhaps they are just narcisstic and cruel, and using the need of others for submission to express what would otherwise be latent tendencies.
It’s impossible to make accurate general statements across large populations, but I do think these are some of the factors in play.
More generally, I think this basic pessimism, this basic sense of meaninglessness, of purposelessness, is expressed throughout the Horror genre. Many of these films are filled with explicit, very graphic torture, rape, murder, mutilation, and–I would suppose–the totemization of the remains of the victims.
Now, a good friend of mine watches a lot of these movies. She is a particular fan of the Saw series. She has had her share of trauma in life, like the rest of us. They do not seem to bring out bad traits in her. She is a generous, warm person. Yet, she watches these movies. I have asked her why, but she is not really sure, I don’t think. Somehow, it “works” for her.
In assessing these things, my innate tendency is to be judgmental, to ask what conceivable good could flow from watching people having their face burnt off with a blowtorth, or watching a naked, chained woman hanging upside down have her throat slit. These movies are most popular with kids in their teens and early twenties.
I think for some people, these things work cathartically, they recognize and release inner psychological torments they are unable to bring out in the open. As a society, we do NOT share our pain well; nor do we share our joys well. This has the effect of isolating us, which in turn causes more pain.
My next post will be on media violence, so I will try to draw this one to a close–slowly, like a Baptist preacher.
Thomas Mann, in his book “The Magic Mountain”, has a scene that has stuck with me. I think it was a dream of the “protagonist”, if we can call him that [interesting unrelated note: Milton Erickson said that he knew he would find some way to commit suicide after reading the first chapter]. In this dream, he sees a magical kingdom, where everyone lives in harmony and peace. As he penetrates to a temple high on the mountain, which is clearly the sacred center of the social order, he finds priests sacrificing children. If it unclear, sacre fice, is literally “an act of the sacred”. How do we explain this dichotomy?
When I was in graduate school at the Divinity School at the University of Chicago, I tried to convince one of my professors to let me write an essay on the religious aspects of serial murder. In some strange way, I think I foresaw the emergence of the modern “serial killer as hero” motif, seen throughout modern media. Dexter is perhaps the most obvious example, but Mr. Brooks was never punished, nor was Hannibal Lector. In some way, many of these films root for the bad guy. Saw is another obvious example. Or Freddy Krueger. Or Jason.
Vampires are another example. How do they survive? They are “dead”–they lack an inner vitality of their own–and are thus forced to survive from the lifeblood of others. This basic fact can be obscured through ruses–as in the Twilight series–by them living off of animals, or artificial blood, as in “True Blood” (I think that’s the set-up; I haven’t watched it). You can make them “good”. Dexter only kills bad people, but all the ads work up a tension between his proclivity for murder with his fatherhood. Always, the ads have scenes of death.
To be clear, even if you are a “good” serial killer, and even if you are a “good” vampire, you are not well. You are not healthy. You are not fully human.
In the ritual process as envisional by Victor Turner, you in effect create a different sort of space and time, which consists in three states. You separate from ordinary time, and from the normal communal order. You then go through a transformative process, and finally you return, different. The most obvious example is the rite of passage seen in many societies, in which young men, especially, must undergo ordeals which not all of them survive. A good example would be the scene in 300, where Leonidas kills the wolf.
Serial killers undergo something like that. When they are about to commit a murder, they in effect enter into a fugue state, an altered state, a state outside the realms of society, decency, and restraint. They commit their murder, as animals. Then they return. It is a common habit of most of them to retain something to remember the act with. Sometimes it is a picture. Sometimes, it is a piece of the victim. Then they are back to their “normal”, social selves. the “he was so quiet” selves, the “he helped me mow the lawn”, and the “he helped with the “Walk to Cure Cancer” selves.
No society founded on the principle of all killing all could survive, as Hobbs pointed out long ago. Yet, many people still have bloodlust. In our own history, public hangings drew people from near and far. The rule of the guillotine was a huge success, among the mob, in France.
How do we balance this? This is the question that plagues me. We are at a stage in our history where technology is evolving at such a rate that even small groups of determined people can inflict enormous damage. Moreover, most of our public thinkers can think of no alternatives between doing what we have always done, and enacting a global tyranny, that constricts behavior through naked force.
It seems to me that what we need is a transformative force that channels our material selves into our spiritual selves. Specifically, we need an ideological foundation for qualitative movement that is positive. We must be able to turn pain into meaning, and meaning into joy and joy into love. You cannot be still. You are always moving either in the direction of hate, or the direction of love. I have called Love an aggression, and this is what I mean. It is what counteracts darkness.
You will note that in all this I have not spoken of metaphysics. I have confined myself to the visible. Here is what I believe: I believe that the material world is a foam that floats on the surface of an infinite ocean of potential reality, which contains all possible spiritual, physical, emotional and mental forms. I believe we are all connected, and that our selves exist as discrete forms first and foremost in the unseen world, and that we in effect “drive” our bodies. We are hybrid beings, much as Descartes posited, except that self evidently there is flow in both directions. I have called Consciousness “Non-statistical coherence”. It is what alters the flow of the material world in non-determined ways. We are free to the extent we use our consciousness to sculpt events, and determined to the extent our bodies do the driving.
Love–a sense of connection to others, and in effect an expansion of your self–is not of this world. It is a spiritual force. Evolutionists have had trouble pinning it down since, in its highest expression, it did not arise here.
In my view, this was the message of Christ. I don’t think Christian theologians conveyed his message accurately. What he intended to teach was the rejection of self pity through service and personal sacrifice, and as expressed in love. His crucifixion was not his sacrifice, it was merely the culmination of it. It was the necessary consequence of speaking a higher truth in a fallen world, and he knew it. And his resurrection showed that the Truth cannot be conquered, in the end, even though it can be made to suffer.
My vision, my ideal, my hope, is that we can build ourselves up such that all of us are willing to sacrifice for one another. Leftist politics have as their aim tearing individuals down. What I want is a politics and cultural revolution that is so sweeping that any adult in this nation could be President and do well. I want us to aggressively pursue what is best in us, and to not stop until we can live happily in peace, the world over. This has never happened, as far as we know, but simply because something has never been, does not mean it cannot be.
The foregoing was quite a bit of thinking out loud. I had to get that off my chest. Hopefully it makes sense to anyone who reads it.