[extropy-chat] Re: John Wright Finds God
john-c-wright at sff.net
john-c-wright at sff.net
Thu Dec 9 18:10:49 UTC 2004
My fellow not-quite-yet-transhumans,
Forgive my lack of Net etiquette if I bring up a topic discussed in October,
but the topic is one of particular interest to me, and, in all humility, I
think I am in a position to have inside knowledge about it. Please forgive as
well the length of this note, but I wanted to share my musings on several
comments in the thread.
Before I continue, I must express that I am honored my books came to your
attention, therefore all my comments below are spoken by one who, hat in hand,
speaks in a tone of respect. Certainly the ultimate destiny of mankind, even
whether our posterity shall remain human or not, is a fascinating one. My
attempt in THE GOLDEN AGE was to present an imaginary future where all
boundaries to human inventiveness had fallen, in order to see what boundaries
could not fall (such as limitations on the speed of light, economic scarcity,
the ultimate victory of entropy, and so on) that I might speculate on the human
reaction to these limits, both of those who bowed to the inevitable, and those
who did not. This has no bearing on my comments below, save that I wanted to
reassure all and sundry to take my words in the kindest possible way. I am
surprised and secretly pleased to find anyone discussing my words or my works
at all.
I should say at the outset that the subject line of this thread wants accuracy.
I did not, strictly speaking, "find" God. It might be more accurate to say He
found me, or, if I may be permitted a drollery on so profound a topic, He
pounced on me. I was the patient, not the agent.
In my interview with Greg West, I said I was introverted, bookish, rude,
irreligious, un-athletic, smart and smart-mouthed: a typical product of popular
culture in America.
Trend Ologist wrote:
> Bookish? the 'typical product of our culture' leans more towards local yokel
..they can read sports statistics, romance novels, etc. ...
I confess my comment could have been more clearly worded: I did not mean to
imply that rude and bookish introverts were the only typical products of
American popular culture, merely that boys of that "type" were "typical." One
can speak of a typical sunny spring day without meaning to imply that all days
of all seasons are sunny. There is many a man (myself included) that falls into
the stereotype described. Of my friends and peers in my generation, no one
respected authority or honored tradition. We were all avowed nonconformists,
uniformly and in lockstep.
Brett Paatsch wrote:
> Phenomena such as belief in the supernatural (heaven, reincarnation, happy
hunting ground, nirvana) must itself have a basis in something.
It may be that belief in the supernatural has its basis in experiences of the
supernatural, which are common to all races and ages of man. This explanation
at least has the merit of being straightforward.
If we restrict ourselves to natural explanations for supernatural longings, I
suppose nothing is more natural that human beings would desire life, justice,
love from a world ruled by Mother Nature, a lady who is notoriously deadly,
cruel and indifferent.
In the naturalistic philosophy, these desires for life, justice and meaning
must be merely the by-products of a sloppy evolution, which instilled these
desires in us for the sake of their utility: but evolution is too blind a tool
to shape our desires exactly to the contours of reality, and so there is always
an awkward overlap, such as the desire of a man better off dead to live.
Perhaps a more careful or kindly evolution would have tailored our desires to
fit reality, so that men would crave death without fear once they were useless
to their posterity; or with perfect indifference cease to love their parents,
mates and offspring the moment they were useless. Unfortunately, evolution
rewards reproductive success, not emotional serenity.
But if we seek a supernatural explanation for supernatural longings, then, of
course, nothing is more natural than that we exiles from a better world would
retain a dim longing for it, or that the fingerprints of the potter who made us
would still be found, to our surprise, in our souls.
>I can't see I have a lot of necessarily persuasive evidence for this view (it
doesn't seen falsifiable) but I still think its true.
My dear sir, you ask too much of yourself in this case. The criterion that a
view be falsifiable applies only to empirical propositions, not to
metaphysical ones. Metaphysical conclusions are proven or disproven by reason,
not by observation.
In this case, the axioms chosen at the outset determine the outcome. If you
seek only a natural explanation for that homesickness for heaven only believers
know, a supernatural explanation is outside the scope of your examination.
Jeff Albright writes:
> An overwhelming desire to find ultimate meaning can tip one over the edge.
Nothing in Greg West's interview with me presents evidence that I was possessed
with an "overwhelming desire to find ultimate meaning" at the time of my
conversion. Just between you and me, I was perfectly content with my status as a
"bright", i.e. a hard-core rationalist atheist.
We must assume here that Mr. Albright is speaking in general terms about
religions conversions, not of me in particular.
> Once tipped, they will appear as rational as before, except for a tendency
toward selective observation of information which confirms the new belief set.
Please forgive me, but this sentence contains a whiff of paranoia about it: why
say the converted appear rational rather than are rational?
I am not sure if Mr. Albright is speaking of a selection bias, or if he is
merely noting that people are interest in what interests them. When I was an
Objectivist, I read Ayn Ran; as a Stoic, I read Epictetus and Marcus Aurelius;
when I was an atheist, I read Ingersoll; when I became a Christian, I read the
Gospel. This does not imply an absence of objectivity, merely a presence of more
interest in some topics than others.
In any case, selection bias is only pertinent to cases whose outcome depend on
a number of observations conforming to a given set, that is, to people who chose
what to believe based on statistics, anecdotes, or examples.
Nicholas Anthony MacDonald says, in reply to Mr. Albright:
> Except Robert Wright's search for "ultimate meaning" is of a very different
character than John Wright. Robert Wright is engaged in a philosophical
"search", while John just happened to have a near death experience and decide
that Jesus was to blame.
Well, this sentiment is accurate (my conversion was not the product of
philosophical rumination) but the characterization is slightly inaccurate. Mr.
McDonald is not to blame for assuming I had a near death experience and
"decided Jesus was to blame", since my description to Greg West about the event
was rather coy.
I did not decide anything. My reaction to a blinding revelation was
something more spontaneous than rationally choosing which falsifiable theory
best fit the observed and empirical facts. It was more like falling in love.
You must forgive me for being close-mouthed about the details when speaking to
strangers. It is my own inadequacy that stills my pen. An event beyond human
understanding cannot be described in human words to those who have no referent
experiences, no frame, in which to understand it. If you wonder how I, as a
human, could have witnessed an event beyond human understanding, I can only hint
that we humans are not what we think we are. The truth of the matter is far
more glorious than we suspect.
My question to my respected fellow atheists (if I may so call you, for I have
only departed your company recently) is this: what does an honest and rational
man do when he has a supernatural experience?
Does he, like Scrooge, claim Marlowe's ghost is a bit of beef, a product of bad
digestion? Does he accuse himself of hallucination rather than entertain the
opinion that his axioms might be mistaken? Occam's razor, plus a modicum of
intellectual integrity, would seem to militate against this assumption.
I ask this in all seriousness. What does one do when overwhelming evidence
suddenly breaks in on you that your entire system of the world, so carefully
constructed by materialist rational philosophy over many years of painstaking
thought, is utterly wrong and discredited? Pretend it did not happen?
Once upon a time, I saw the Goodyear blimp hanging over the town where I went
to college. Back on campus, I told some friends of mine of the sighting. All of
them knew of my sobriety and honesty, and yet not one of them believed me. Not
one. Even though I am an avowed skeptic of long practice and impeccable
credentials, I was at a loss to explain their skepticism.
But, gosh, am I glad I did not see a flying saucer.
Yours truly, John C. Wright
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