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Sunday, August 17, 2003

The Sunday Sermonette: Taking the Name(s) in Vain

 

My old friend “Jonah,” he who blogs at LOVE DURING WARTIME, has long been concerned for the state of my soul.  I don’t think I have one, not as any Xtian would define it.  Our disagreement on this matter has been fruitful for both of us.  My “Sermon on Metaphor” is one of many bushels I have harvested from our decades long friendship and correspondence.  Jonah once attributed my espousal of atheism to a profound distaste for the necessarily anthropomorphic names, images, and concepts of deity fossilized into the gospels of the various historical revelations of godhead.   Unfortunately, my distaste is not for any particular name or a set of names, or anthropomorphism in any wise.  Imposing our little human meanings on the wider universe is simultaneously what allows us to create hell on earth, and the only thing that saves the race from a worse hell than the ones we create.  When I was a young man, words were my enemies; language was a disease I could not cure, or be cured of.  This is why I became a poet.  To transcend words.  My distaste was and is for the naming of names, the ether and pins that fix the chaos butterfly to the page.

 

I seek to praise the imperfections of an unfinished creation, not to kill with words or the names of god the epiphanies of which we all are capable, and by which we know and love it.  The imperfection, the broken symmetry, the primal metaphor that cracked the universe into existence like an egg sizzling in the frying pan, made me capable of love and awe and idea and I can only be grateful, even as I curse its lash of pain and its sentence of death.  To believe in any of it breeds madness.  There is no god willing to meet us, or no.  There is no “higher power” to have a relationship with, by any name.  There is nothing to turn away, nor can we turn away.  We have each lost other seeking mismatch, to garble something Galway Kinnell wrote.  It’s just us and the observable universe, which binds us and is bound up in our regard.  The naming that leads to belief in names is, to steal a phrase, a progressive disease.  Belief’s virtue as salve or balm against the cruel world is less than that of a taste of wine shared with someone, an other, that you love, and just as needless, since love alone will do.

 

To argue so passionately for unbelief seems like some sort of oxymoron, does it not?  That very contradiction in orthodox atheists always has struck me.  “My father’s house has many mansions.”  I forget which gospel does that And-Jesus-said comes from.  I can scarcely condemn the xtain’s manse as fantasy when I regard my own shotgun shack as totally imaginary.  Gotta have someplace to hang the needlepoint and the family pictures.  Roof don’t keep out the rain, tho’.

 

Fair and balanced are our watchwords this week.  Next week I’ll rant.


7:14:40 PM    comment []

The dark night of Mr. Pattillo's soul, PoD 35: Night Light


10:50:48 AM    comment []

Nuns in the News:  Sister Joan Chittister 

Truthout Editorial:  Is There Anything Left That Matters?

Via Mambrino's Helmet, with a nod to the fair and balanced Brother Dave, who also sent the link.


10:38:00 AM    comment []

The Fair and Balanced Nun of the Week 


10:15:39 AM    comment []

Dancing Elder and Inquisitor-at-Large Ant Crabby responds to Brother Dave:

Why is this rolling over of elderly bonds somehow indicative of paying them off, just because technically they matured?  The costs of Viet Nam go on and on, and will continue as real expenditures of tax dollars even after the last Viet Nam vet has absorbed countless but inadequate medical dollars and passed on, in the form of burial costs, upkeep costs on the Federal cemeteries, re-interment of spouses in a beggar's stack of coffins* in the already full guaranteed military cemeteries, U.S. payments of damages in future world courts for sempiternal damage done to Vietnamese fields and waters, nth generation social costs of some post "war" Vietnamese immigrants and children of U.S. vets, abating of various remaining weapons built in the Sixties and Seventies, and the lands of their construction and storage,  etc. ad infinitum. 
 
Just getting warmed up here folks, and i haven't even mentioned what may be the greatest uncalculated cost, the income lost to those men mangled, maimed, killed, mentally destroyed -- lets talk principal and interest over time, accrued value of savings of all kinds -- nor the absence of some long-lasting works of art and invention that would have come out of a few of those whose mere names decorate Lin's Wall.   Nor have we even discussed huge costs entailing to the war in Viet Nam itself, and to the many allies who fought there.  Nor have we considered the U.S. failure in the Viet Nam conflict as rationale for the absurd three trillion dollar military build up of the Reagan years, much of it already obsolete, that our great grandchildren will still be paying for at their retirements.
 
There is no limit to the costs of war, especially no time limits, and all war accounting is done by firms the like of Arthur Anderson, actual expenditures downplayed in mirror image to their usual practice.
 
Despite all of the above, i very much appreciate your point, Dave.  Thanks.
 
*The reference to the stack of coffins is that the U.S. promised "side by side" plots to veterans for their wives.  All vets are owed free burial at any time they decease.  But, having served as pallbearer for a vet's coffin to the military field, Fort Logan, about 12 years ago, i discovered from the old vets a change in policy, a denial of the promise.  Due to the large number of WWII vets deceasing, and the lack of investment in new plots [ which are quite expensive ] to hold them, remains of pre-deceased vets or their family are now dug up and moved, at will of cemetery managers with limited choices to the living survivors, mostly for the purpose of stacking them in a vertical pile with recently deceased, to save space.   I am not personally disturbed by this, but those old men, facing their maker, were quite disturbed by the breaking of faith.  What amazes me is that no one seems to keep count of all the broken promises to vets, nor warns volunteer enlistees that they are buying into a pack of lies.

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