The Myth of Relativism

[For the purposes of length, and comprehensibility, I have severely oversimplified the progression of Western philosophy. I hope you'll forgive me.]

I used to think that Relativism was silly, just a nonsensical justification for political correctness and soft minds. It all seemed so crystal clear to me: A = A and A ≠ non-A, whether I liked it or not, whether I believed it or not, because this is the foundation of all Reason, and to negate Reason is to cease thinking. But through conversation and study and reading, and just plain thinking, I’ve come to see that Relativism is not as irrational as I once thought; indeed, its fault lies not in a lack of Reason, but in being excessively Rational. Relativism is actually the most advanced form of Rationalism. Let me explain myself.

Rationalism demands that every proposition justify itself, providing unquestionable grounds for its existence. And if any aspect of a proposition requires believing that something is true simply because it is true, Rationality condemns it, declaring it guilty of the greatest offense against Reason imaginable: blind faith. Rationality would have us believe only that which we cannot help but believe–only that which we cannot disbelieve. At the very start belief in God (or at least some higher power) qualified for this stamp of Reason’s approval. But as science began to progress, Reason began to suspect that perhaps something else could account for the world, that it was not absolutely necessary to believe in God, or in the supernatural at all, and so the spiritual world was boldly labeled IRRATIONAL. But even then, everyone agreed still that things actually existed–outside of the individual. No one questioned absolute truth; that is, until Rationalism turned his guns from the supernatural to the natural as well, and people began to ask “how can I know that anything which I cannot sense actually exists? For all intents and purposes, nothing really ‘exists’ if I do not know its existence”. And so since there could be no certainty about the existence of an objective reality eve n of the physical sort, belief in absolute truth in general earned the condemnation IRRATIONAL. In its stead arose what is commonly known as existentialism, which says, in essence, “I am, and that is indisputable, no matter what else may or may not be”. And in reality, your ordinary, everyday “Relativist” is more truly some sort of existentialist. But Rationalism did not end his progression there, but advance one step further. At long last, after having undermined everything that could be undermined–the world above and the world below–Rationalism turned to attack Reason herself, asking the Deplorable Question: “On what basis can we know that Logic is true? Why should A always equal A, and never equal non-A?”. And the answer which presents itself, unfolding like the long-foreseen conflict of a tragedy, is that no justification can be found–only unquestioning belief. Thus through the advance of Rationalism, all of the West became Witness to the tragic suicide of Reason, who as the Proverbs foretold, fell into the pit she dug for another.

Out of the uncovered grave of Reason arose her ghost, which is Relativism, declaring victory over all the dogmatism and constraints and rules which had bound mankind throughout all the history of Western philosophy. She now stands on the street corner, spectral though she is, and cries out: “Believe what you want! Nothing is certain, so be certain in your uncertainty! All things are true, and all things are false–so everything is believable and nothing is believable. Embrace the nothingness, plant your feet firmly on the void!”

Relativism has this one very good point, which is impossible to prove, and that is that nothing can be known for sure. At the end of the day, when you get down to the heart of the matter, every single belief stands only on Faith. Every person must say at some point: I arbitrarily believe this because I believe it. (Or in the words of the great Martin Luther: “Here I stand, I can do no other. So help me God.”) The history of Rationalism (which I am defining as the pursuit of a undeniably true philosophy) proves that if you take the demand for justification to its ultimate end, which you must, you will only end by disproving everything.

So what am I saying? That Relativism is true? That it’s right? Not quite. I’m almost through, so hear me out. I have said that it is impossible to disprove Relativism, and I hold to that statement still. But here’s why Relativism is a myth: nobody, and I mean not a single soul alive or dead, really believes it. I cannot “disprove” Relativism, because “disproving” anything requires an appeal to Logic, which is itself suspect. What I can do, though, is prove that you do not actually believe Relativism, that you really do believe certain things are certain, that come things are true whether I believe them or not. Of all the absurd things that people can believe, and have and do believed–even counting people in insane asylums–no one has ever, nor can anyone ever believe that they do not exist. They may say that they don’t believe they exist, but by the very act of speaking, or even thinking such, they disprove themselves.

That’s only one example, and by itself it’s not a very convincing argument, but I challenge you: try me and see if I cannot prove to you that you believe in absolute truth. Examine yourself, even, and if you are honest you will discover that there are a myriad of things which you hold onto, not by choice necessarily, but innately, as being certain. Does it make them true? No. But does it make you a non-Relativist? Yes.

Most of you reading this (if you’ve made it this far), are probably not relativist. So I encourage you, both for the sake of being civil/understanding, and also for the sake of winning people over to the Truth of the Gospel, don’t try to reason Relativists out of their Relativism. It won’t work. Instead of proving to them that they ought not be Relativists, show them that they already are not Relativists.

A Little Housekeeping

Yo peeps! A little sysadmin housekeeping here. I know you don’t see me much around here, but I’ve actually had a couple of things on my mind that I’d love to write about. So look for them posts soon!

Couple of questions for you guys though. In a little bit of small talk w/ our resident art buff Zachary Michael, it seems it’s time for a redesign. I know this design looked kinda cool when it was implemented back from day one, but I think it’s time to Version 2.0 this bad boy (yes, “Version 2.0″ is the verb in that sentence).

So, this is where you come in. Readers, what do you think you’d like to see for a new design? We’re talking color scheme ideas, placement of elements on the page, readability, etc. Basically.. what do you like about the current design and what would you like to see changed? We are getting some pretty good traffic but I think we could have many more new visitors accommodated for with a relatively fresh design.

So, sound off Mereaders!

-Riley

Today is Ash Wednesday

I started writing something about Ash Wednesday. I remembered reading something on the Scriptorium Daily a while ago, so I found it, and it says all I struggled to say.

Today is Ash Wednesday, 2009, and I thought it would be good to reflect a bit on the meaning of Lent.

It seems to me that while Easter has escaped a lot of the ravages of Christmas (yes there are Easter eggs and bunny rabbits, just as there are Santa and reindeer during Christmastime, but Easter has largely remained unscathed from consumerism and greed), it seems that Lent has suffered more than Advent.

Advent is usually quite beautiful as we light candles and prepare our hearts in anticipation of the birth of the Messiah. Lent, however, becomes more of an exercise in giving up things (what we can do) and less in looking forward to the death and resurrection of Christ (what Jesus can do). In true Dantean fashion, let me break this down into six fallacies (one less than a number of perfection, which symbolizes shortcoming):

First fallacy of Lent: fasting is just an excuse to splurge at the end.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard people give up chocolate or coffee or some other food vice, only to completely gorge themselves on what they’ve been deprived of for 46 days come Easter Sunday. Is that what Easter is meant for, a debauchery fest? What a way to celebrate Christ’s resurrection!

Second fallacy of Lent: fasting is just an excuse to splurge at the beginning.
Many people think it’s OK to indulge their sins right before their time of deprivation/Lent. This is how Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and Carnaval/Karneval in Rio de Janeiro (Brazil) and Cologne (Germany) got their origins. But this is like men who are about to get married who think that it’s OK to go to a strip club or hire a prostitute at their bachelor party because it’s their “last chance at freedom.” It completely ruins the spirit of discipline if this is how you begin! This is based on their false thinking that debauchery is a joy while discipline is drudgery. If marriage is drudgery and a restriction of their freedom to have sex with whoever they want, why even bother marrying? And similarly, if Lent is drudgery, why do it?

Third fallacy of Lent: fasting is an excuse to show off.
If you’re going to fast, don’t go around bragging about it! (This includes nonverbal signs exhibiting your suffering, hoping that somebody will ask you what’s wrong). If you do that, truly you have received your reward in full. This is not to say you can’t tell people what you’re fasting from (if you give up something that interferes with your ability to function normally in society but don’t explain it to people, it might attract unnecessary attention to yourself rather than helping people understand what you’re trying to do). I think the principle is not that you can’t tell anybody, but you shouldn’t let it draw attention toward yourself, and instead let it point toward Christ.

Fourth fallacy of Lent: fasting is suffering.
C’mon, do you really think giving up Nintendo Playstation is equivalent to Christ’s Passion? Not even close! I think we trivialize what Christ went through if we think our petty sufferings are anywhere near what he experienced. That being said, we shouldn’t not fast, but rather let every reminder of what you’re giving up emphasize the greater reality of what Christ did (much as the simple bread & wine are but dim reflections of Christ’s broken body & shed blood).

Fifth fallacy of Lent: think about all the benefits I get from fasting.
Yes, you may lose calories by not eating your favorite junk food, or even on a spiritual level it may help you to be more disciplined in prayer, but that’s not the end goal. Though the benefits may be good psychological assistance along the way to help you stay on track, secondary benefits pale in comparison with the ultimate end of Easter. Let not the minor obscure the major.

Sixth fallacy of Lent: fasting is the point of Lent.
No it isn’t! Fasting is a sign that points to the goal, which is identification with the crucified and risen Christ. If you fast but don’t have that as your goal, it is merely a human-centered activity. It is not the giving up of a thing itself that sanctifies you, the sanctification comes from the One who is infinitely greater than any troubles than you can possibly go through. Each time we remember what we give up, it should cause us not to think about ourselves (e.g. “Oh, I’m so hungry”) but remind us to set our faces toward the Risen Savior.

Here’s a tip: it’s fine to give something (or more than one thing) up for Lent, but instead of thinking about Lent as negation, think about it as a positive. Not what you can abstain from, but what opportunities abound for you with your extra time/money/attention! With your extra time, focus more on prayer and service, for one. With your extra money, give more to church or the needy, for two. And all this should flow not from your own strength but from an overflow of what the Lord has done for you. Be practical, rather than just theoretical, with your Lenten journey. Need a suggestion? My Bible study group is doing this, which I think rocks.

A Reminder of What Lent is All About, by Allen Yeh

Holiness and the Knowledge of God

But the serpent said to the woman, “You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate, and she also gave some to her husband who was with her, and he ate.
Genesis 3:4-6

At the root of the first sin was a lack of faith in the faithfulness of God: Eve, on Satan’s urging, disbelieved what God has said about the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. And even beyond that, she betrayed a lack of trust in God’s very goodness, for she believed Satan’s lie that God had intentionally misled Adam and Eve, withholding from them a good gift out of jealousy, or fear. If Eve had really known God’s character and nature, believing Him to be the good, true God–and the all-powerful, all-sufficient God–that he really is, she would not have sinned against Him by eating the fruit.

And the same applies to us: the surest safeguard against sin is to believe by faith as a matter of first importance that God is who He has revealed Himself to be (in His Word). If you want to be more holy, learn to know God better.

Chaos

[Note to the reader: in defiance of the established practice of reading (modern) poetry by stopping at the punctuation and ignoring the line breaks for the most part, this poem is written with stops at every line, regardless of the punctuation. This nuance affects the meaning and flow and feel of the poem, so yes, it does matter how you read it. Thanks for your cooperation, and I hope you enjoy it.]

Oh, God,
So many thoughts swirling around in my head
I can’t get any rest.
Every time I close my eyes,
Every time I try to think, or pause
I get flung off the merry-go-round to a new set of tracks,
Short little trains of disconnected thoughts.

It’s like a rapid-fire see-saw:
Up and Down; There and Back; Again
and Again. Where do I get off
This treadmill I’ve been running on for hours?
A six-minute pace, but no distance at all
To show for my “work” to make it seem worth-
While. An endless, vicious cycle–
like night and day (more like predator and prey)
–perpetuates itself with brutal, deafening efficiency.
It’s so fast, so loud, I can’t hear myself think–
Oh, God!
Where is the calm in the storm, the gentle whisper
Of promises kept and every need met?
I need some peace right now. Frantically
Waiting for, willing the tumult to desist,
But the waves don’t heed; my command
Lost in the dissonant roar.

I’ve heard that one time You
Were asleep in the midst of the raging tempest;
Annoyed–woken by silly, distracted disciples
Like me–You just spoke, but the storm obediently subsided,
Sheepishly rebuked, tail between it’s legs, eyes to the ground
–Oh, God!
Would you speak right now?
If you don’t I’ll drown
Or at least collapse in a heap from the panic;
The waves they just don’t listen to me
But I know they’ll heed their King.

So God, my God, would you speak again
that powerful word:
Peace.

Inception

[For this first paragraph, I will translate for myself from blogspeak to real life meaning:]*

I know you’ve been waiting a long time for this post /get ready for me to blabber about something you don’t care about/, but now I’ve finally invested the study and thought and energy to write it, so here it is /odds are it’ll take you a couple hours to make heads or tails of it, since I wrote it in fifteen minutes (after reading a plot synopsis) and can’t spell properly/. A lot of people have different theories on the movie /I haven’t done any research on this at all, but I’m assuming there’s a lot of wrong people out there (who aren’t me)/ but I think that there’s a deeper meaning than most casual movie watchers realize /everyone who’s not me is pretty much stupid and doesn’t really know anything about, well, anything/.

[Okay, enough of that. Commence real blog post.]

I would submit that Inception is the defining movie of our generation. As you probably know, I’m not much a movie guy, so it’s not like I have anything to say about acting, or directing, or cinematography, or any other techinical kinds of standards that make movies win awards and such. But when I say that Inception is the defining movie of our generation, I don’t mean that it’s the best. I mean, quite literally, that it defines our generation. (Hah, you didn’t expect me to be that simplistic, did you?)

First off, I think I should probably define who “our generation” is. When I say “our generation”, I’m referring to the general stream of thinking young people (oh, I don’t know, ages 35 ish to teens?), who could be called postmodern in philosophy (though they might deny it), and are generally into being unique and expressive and mostly disillusioned about more or less everything. But also, as they are ready to admit–have an insatiable longing for Something else; they don’t care if it makes sense, or if it’s scientific, or even if it’s believable. They know that humans need Something to hold on to in their souls, even if in their minds they don’t fully think it true.

So here’s my theory on Inception: the main point of the movie–the question you should be left asking–is NOT “does the top fall down?”, or even “is reality just a dream?”, but “what is real after all, and does it really matter if it’s real or not?”. And the answer which presents itself is: “it doesn’t matter what is really real, only that you believe that it is.” Take the concept of the totem, for instance. The characters have these objects which (for some reason unrevealed in the movie) behave unrealistically in dreams, and behave how you might expect them to in reality (if it is indeed “real”). So theoretically, the characters can know if they’re in a dream or in “reality”. Here’s the interesting thing about the totems, though: why should the top keep spinning in a dream, and not fall down? There’s no compelling reason–it’s arbitrary. Dreams (at least in the movie) are exactly like reality, and often the only certainty that the character can have if they are dreaming or awake is the totem. But this surety–this solid rock on which they stand–is completely and undeniably arbitrary. They believe it simply because.

I think what the director was trying to say with this movie is this. True, we can’t really know for certain–beyond the shadow of a doubt–what is real and what is not, what is true and what is false. But unless we believe something, latching on to it with all our strength, trusting it even against the persuasion of our own minds, we will kill ourselves. Because the one conviction which no philosophy can really deny, the conviction that presides over all others, is that of the good of living. Chesterton, far ahead of his time, says in his book Orthodoxy that the question which determines the tenability of a philosophy is no longer “what is true?” but “what is sane?”, or more specifically “what will keep a man most sane by believing it?”. And that is exactly whatI think Christopher Nolan is getting at.

So what do you think? Am I on to something, or way off track?

*Is that a smiley? Or is it just a colon with a closed bracket? I guess it’s up to you to decide what to believe. Or if you should even believe at all.

A Sample of Andrew Peterson’s Brilliance

This is something that Andrew Peterson posted in a recent blog post over at The Rabbit Room, and I thought it was so brilliant that I had to share it:

“I am convinced that poets are toddlers in a cathedral, slobbering on wooden blocks and piling them up in the light of the stained glass. We can hardly make anything beautiful that wasn’t beautiful in the first place. We aren’t writers, but gleeful rearrangers of words whose meanings we can’t begin to know. When we manage to make something pretty, it’s only so because we are ourselves a flourish on a greater canvas. That means there’s no end to the discovery. We may crawl around the cathedral floor for ages before we grow up enough to reach the doorknob and walk outside into a garden of delights. Beyond that, the city, then the rolling hills, then the sea. And when the world of every cell has been limned and painted and sung, we lie back on the grass, satisfied that our work is done. Then, of course, the sun sets and we see above us the dark dome of glittering stars.

On and on it goes, all the way to the lightless borderlands of time and space, which we come to discover in some future age are but the beginnings or endings of a single word spoken from the mouth of God. Some nights, while I traipse down the hill, I imagine that word isn’t a word at all, but a burst of laughter.”

If you don’t know who Andrew Peterson is, then open iTunes right now (or whatever you use to get music) and buy his album, The Far Country.

A sample of Chesterton’s brilliance

It is customary to complain of the bustle and strenuousness of our epoch. But in truth the chief mark of our epoch is a profound laziness and fatigue; and the fact is that the real laziness is the cause of the apparent bustle. Take on quite external case; the streets are noisy with taxicabs and motor-cars; but this is not due to human activity but to human repose. There would be less bustle if there were more activity, if people were simply walking about. Our world would be more silent if it were more strenuous. And this which is true of the apparent physical bustle is true also of the apparent bustle of the intellect. Most of the machinery of modern language is labour-saving machinery; and it saves mental labour very much more than it ought. Scientific phrases are used like scientific wheels and piston-rods to make swifter and smoother yet the path of the comfortable. Long words go rattling by us like long railway trains. We know thy are carrying thousands who are too tired or too indolent to walk and think for themselves. It is a good exercise to try for once in a way to express any opinion one holds in words of one syllable. If you say “The social utility of the indeterminate sentences is recognised by all criminologists as part of our sociological evolution towards a more humane and scientific view of punishment,” you can go on talking like that for hours with hardly a movement of grey matter inside your skull. But if you being “I wish Jones to go to gaol and Brown to say when Jones shall come out,” you will discover, with a thrill of horror,that you are obliged to think. The long words are not the hard words, it is the short words that are hard. There is much more metaphysical subtlety in the word “damn” than in the word “degeneration.”

from G.K. Chesterton’s masterpiece Orthodoxy

Common Grace Days

For even in my failures
When I turn to gratify my flesh
I simply still am only yours
And my thirsty soul you quench.

Though I all too often look back into death
For life, ironically, to find within
Your common grace is here to bring me comfort
Your sacrifice to bleach the stains of sin.

For just as there are warm reminders
of summer in the dead of winter
You show deep mercy, grace, and love
In the darker hours to this sinner.

Amen.

Oh hey

So I logged into this website and I was like, woah, I remember this. So I guess I should post on here sometime, maybe. Until then, all Mere contributors who make snide comments about my absence will be instantly attacked by a gang of rapid wallabys, bound with habanero-pepper infused rope, and thrown onto a ship headed for Antarctica where their sole allowed activity will be to read bad poetry whilst listening to Nickelback and eating Lembas bread. (apparently it doesn’t taste very good, except to Samwise Gamgee, who said he thought that “elvish stuff” is “not bad.”)

That is all.

-Riley