Some things are true to the way the world is and some things are not. And to deny this truth is to embrace a deadly irrationality.
The gurus -- their ilk burgeoning --
who tell us screen life is killing us, are right. And I say so while
typing on a (perhaps) more benign version of the killer.
In an obscure satirical book from the 1980's – A Modest Proposal for Peace
Prosperity and Happiness – people
were depicted with those old computer monitors in place of their
heads. I never finished the book, but one Harold Fickett and one
Franky Schaeffer were the authors. Franky is the son of the late renowned author Francis
Schaeffer and is himself the author of numerous NYT best-sellers.
But I
digress. Screens will do that to you.
Of
course we now carry those monitors in our pocket and see the world
through the screen. And maybe it is ok. Times do change.
But
this change is collapsing our world. I mean this literally. And I
also mean it is a leviathan which to wrestle with is to die. We all
die of something and we are wrestling this match whether we wish to
or not. So here's my best amateur analysis, knowing vaguely I am in
the broad and learned wake of folks like Marshall McLuhan and
Jonathan Haidt.
Reading widely in news and analysis and perspective, including the infinite
world of common comments, collapses my conceptual world. I no longer
know what I believe, or I believe it less firmly. And the zeitgeist
rejoices that I believe less and, it is alleged, know more.
What
do I know? That the world is full of competing ideas, that what we
call atomization expands incomprehensibly in the digital world where
everyone is a publisher. Like what I am doing now. I am begging to
make sense of it all. And I am arguing for a kind of fundamentalism
that will do so.
The
world collapses not just because I see all these views, but because I
have no tangible relation with any of the purveyors or commenters, to
say nothing of the publishers or those who manage the algorithms that
manage me. At the end I am left distraught,
knowing a bit of what “doom-scrolling” is, longing for peace,
stability, sense.
I
think for me and countless others this can only lead to a return of
fundamentals and yes, fundamentalism.
Did I say that again?
Whatever
else fundamentalism means it means you believe some things just
because. I DO NOT mean you believe in an irrational way, though that
is always the accusation.
I mean
something like this: knowledge, so called, is oversold. What we
believe about reality is always intermingled with faith. Our
conclusions will be rattled and shook by countless
counter-perspectives. Many of which have merit. Any of which, if
we could see more clearly, may have merit far more than we can know.
But
how does anyone sort through the myriad views and discern that which
is right? And this does not even address the question of how one
determines truth in fact-bases.
Take
the most recent former president. Ok I went there. The vitriol I see
is shocking. And the viewpoints run the gamut. He is worse than
vermin and anyone who disagrees, same. Or he is our only hope for
stability and hope as a nation (conviction be damned.) This is
helpful. Not. I have my own considered views on the subject which I will share with you now at great length. Again, mercifully, not.
Wiser
people leave this impossible continuum alone. Wiser and more healthy.
And, I dare say, more fundamentalist.
Fundamentalism has become it's own four-letter word, identified
with radicals from Topeka or Somalia, meaning, always, an extreme
expression of fixed notions opposed to all things modern. Something
like that.
But I mean it like this: you cannot survive unless you have
some fundamentals that define and govern your life. You have to know
what you think is true and live by it or you go crazy. The screen
will drag you there, so one of the fundamentals it to get rid of it.
So why
don't I stop typing now? Good question. Because I think I can manage
a certain measure of screen-dom. That's one of the fundamental
notions that also guides my life. And no, I can't prove it to you.
The
morass of ideas on all things political and cultural is distressing.
At the end of the day I am left with what seems true about the world.
I believe in God. Of course I cannot see Him or pretend to prove Him
to a materialist, or anyone else for that matter. And, perhaps more
stretching but also fundamentally, I believe in something I call the
“human metaphysic.” And for any readers who have not yet given up
I will try to describe this and then be done.
I mean
by “human metaphysic” something similar to what is often called
natural law: those things we “can't not know.” I believe these
are values that are not up for grabs and if we undo them we undo
ourselves. This is the idea of objective moral value. Some things are
true to the way the world is and some things are not. And to deny
this truth is to embrace a deadly irrationality.
Terms
are strange and we should try to be clear and basic with ideas that
define life for us. Fundamentalism goes there but has been maligned
as something equivalent to irrationality. “I just believe the
Bible” can be helpful but needs both context and real human community. So how do we cut
through the mess?
The
only answer I know, as an expression of my belief in God, is that all
which is true aligns with Him, the infinite personal God who can be
known (Schaeffer again, the elder). And we do best when we try to walk as Christ, knowing we will
someday die, holding life loosely and, perhaps, our ideas more
loosely still. In the end, if there is a God and we trusted Him, we will be safe with
Him. If not, it didn't matter anyway.
I
believe “it matters” – even this meandering attempt to make
sense of it. And I am walking into the day with loved ones,
co-workers and friends, reveling in the gift of life, holding loosely
what I think I know, learning to give my life away.
For in
all my uncertainty, that idea is one that seems as safe as any, and
may even have real merit.
It may even be a fundamental.