Happy Easter and all of that. I've been writing, I want to say working but that would be disingenuous (this is more like logographic vomiting than a worked on review), review for weeks now. I'm going to try to cut it up (I mean edit, it) and maybe add something new and call it a review. This will possibly be the last time I make mention to the fact that I'm writing this now, as opposed to a few weeks ago when most of this was written. Any mentions to Easter that might pop up were probably written today though.
As the comment from Vicki below sort of shows (see comment number 4) talking, or even thinking, about religion is difficult thing. When I was at work and saw her comment my first reaction was 'what the fuck? (apologies to Vicki, you did make yourself clear in the later comment, but I'm just talking about my initial reaction), why am I getting some comments about the soul with a sort of God in the Gaps sort of argument, and why am I getting a religious troll for a book I haven't even reviewed yet, aren't there other reviews of mine that someone can find to berate me for my views on religion, like one where I give an opinion? And hell I even saw earlier today there are other reviews for this book on the site, why don't you go tell them what you think and wait for me to review the book, or at least give it stars before jumping on me. And then I thought, and what is this soul stuff? Who said anything about the soul, is the soul mentioned in the title or synopsis of this book? This book has nothing to do with the soul, it's about the uses of religion, in a more (I'm going to throw up a bit in my mouth using this word) sociological sort of way than in any of the dogma, beliefs or tenets of any actual religion.
I went off track a bit. Already. Shit, this is going to be one of those reviews.
What the comment shows is that when you mention religion it's sort of a grab bag of things that can be thought of. Vicki jumped on the idea of the soul, and how it's possible the soul exists and we just don't have the capabilities of measuring it yet (I sort of disagree with this, I don't believe in Cartesian duality, and I'll blab on about this in greater length if I ever get around to finishing and reviewing the pamphlet sized essay by Sam Harris on Free Will). In a spirited and sort of draining argument with MFSO we went back and forth at each other about religion, with neither of us really accepting the other's viewpoint on my thread for Atheism in Christianity (the argument sort of left me drained to the point that I couldn't bring myself to finish the book, well I could finish the book but I had no interest in writing a review for it, and I figured if I just abandoned the book then I wouldn't feel obligated to review the thing). It's not that MFSO and I really disagreed all that much (I don't think, I haven't gone back and read the thread), as much as he (possibly quite correctly) saw Christianity as a big set thing, a whole package deal of history, cosmology, inconsistent stories, etc., etc., and saw it as irresponsible to cherry pick the parts you want to use and leave the other parts behind, which is sort of what I was advocating. I'm not interested in returning to this argument, it's just to illustrate a point that religion is this great big thing made up of all kinds of parts and just starting to talk about it people are going to be coming to the topic with their own view of what religion means. Is it a system of worship, like the Church? Is it a cosmological view of the world? Is it an ethical system? Is it a personal self-help or Ponzi scheme? Is it ultimately a good thing that is just weighed down by history and irrational beliefs? This is sort of the simplistic version of the view that this book takes.
Right from the start of this book de Botton says that he doesn't believe in God, he's an atheist . The book opens with this passage that I'm sure would piss off quite a few people.
The most boring and unproductive question one can ask of any religion is whether or not it is true-in terms of being handed down from heaven to the sound of trumpets and supernaturally governed by prophets and celestial beings.
To save time, and at the risk of losing readers painfully early on in this project, let us bluntly state that of course no religions are true in any God-given sense.
This book isn't about trying to sway people away from the throes of religion, it's not to strengthen ones Atheistic convictions, point out contradictions of holy writs, or show how to poke a gaping hole in Anselm's Ontological Proof of the Existence of God. It's coming from the premise that religions offered something to people that the secular world has more or less ignored, something that religious people would say fills our spiritual side but which in non-religious terms could (crudely?) be called our psychological side. It's a look at the parts of religions that offer solace, and foster communities and help people get through the inevitable awful shit that is going to hit each and everyone one of us at some point. As another reviewer pointed out there isn't anything that de Botton suggests that isn't really missing in the secular world, and he seems a bit offended that de Botton is suggesting that his (the reviewer's) walk through a garden is any less soothing and effective than say the walking meditation of Buddhists (a practice de Botton suggests we try). I'd say, that maybe this reviewers walk in a garden is exactly like that, but I think my own walk in a garden wouldn't be, I can only think of one time in the past twenty years that I walked around in nature and just walked slowly and paid real attention to what was going on around me. Most of my own walks these days are filled with my mind dwelling on problems, thinking about what I should be doing, planning my next book review, checking my cell phone to see if I got any emails and repeating that process over and over again. My chattering monkey-brain (to use some Buddhist speak) isn't shutting up the whole time, even if it does happen to look around every now and then to see something it hadn't noticed before. Needless to say(?)I might get some exercise out of a little walk, but I'm most likely going to be walking too fast and still mostly focused on the usual bullshit that I'm always focused on while I'm doing something that should be relaxing me.
This is just a small point from one review and maybe a paragraph in the book, but to me it seems a bit indicative of de Botton's thesis. For all the awfulness of religion, there were things that they offered that were beneficial. Couched in the catechisms, and routines and the dogmas were things that acknowledged our failings and attempted to help us with them. Things that could enrich our lives. Did religions make people better adjusted than we are in a secular society? I don't know. Some of the things de Botton points to were probably never really noticed by say a poor peasant going to a mass spoken entirely in Latin, and it's only through the lens of our own time that de Botton can have the sense of melancholy at the loss of comforts the Catholic Mass (for example) can offer people with it's firmly structured, stand, knell, call and response, shaking hands, take the eucharist, etc.
Without having to believe in any of the stories of a holy book there are things in religions that can help us. Buddhism is a fairly good example, you don't need to believe in the soul returning to inhabit another physical thing after death to gain some peace of mind and calmness through doing mediation or spending even five minutes doing mindful breathing.
But, anyone can do these things at anytime, someone could easily say.
Yes they could. But people don't. I don't. And I'm guessing that you don't either, I don't believe I'm exceptional in this or any other regard.
We can actually just do any of the things de Botton is saying in this book. If we need to feel the grandness of architecture, we can just go visit a cathedral instead of just seeing the blandness of big box stores and sterile office buildings. If we want to her majestic music we can listen to some Bach instead of whatever top forty hit we are being assaulted with at any given time. If we want a vacation where we just totally unwind and sooth our body and mind we can book a trip to some monastery or a retreat instead of staying in our own cities or going someplace where we just continue the franticness of everyday life but in the name of relaxation and fun (I doubt I'm alone in feeling that any 'vacation' turns out to be more tiring than my day to day working life). We can choose to unload our guilt to a psychologist and don't need the ritualized practice of Catholic confession. We can read books and watch movies that will help illuminate the human condition and teach us how to be better people. We can choose to act morally. We can choose just about anything, but it's all our choice and that is part of the problem of the secular world, we are cast adrift to make these choices and then bombarded with distractions.
We are left to our own devices. And I hope this doesn't apply to you, but I fucking suck at being left to my own devices. I'll waste days. I'll be lazy. I'll dwell on stupid inconsequential things. I internalize fears and let them take over my decisions. I grasp at things fairly aimlessly, and feel like a failure (even though I know better) because I'm not living up to the idea we are sold that we should be happy. I'm sold on the idea of being self-reliant and the quasi-Platonic idea that we can't be taught anything, but that it's all inside of us, that we can just make the right decisions, that we can figure shit out for ourselves, or at least that we'll figure out where to go get the right answers. I mean this sincerely, I hope that you are better at this living thing than I am, it makes me feel some relief thinking that I'm just worse than average at it, but I'm probably just about as good or bad at it as most people are. I'm probably fairly un-extraordinary (except in the socializing part of living, I'm certain that I epically fail in this respect, but it's also a part of my life that gives me relatively little discomfort, which probably speaks volumes about my own precarious psychological stability).
But it's not necessarily that any capital ARE religion has any of the capital TEE truth or capital EH answers, it's that they have ritualistic devices and things that let people escape loneliness, deal with adversity, see the world as bigger than their own concerns, put things into some kind of perspective, show what is right and wrong and not just leave all of these things up to everyone to figure out and come to on their own.
I thought of the mess I made again
How do I do it
I got no advice about anything
Just fuck it up yourself
If I'd read this book a year ago, I'd have thought even more of it was silly than I do now. Today, I think a lot of what de Botton says is fairly accurate and I think some of his solutions are kind of silly (at least in the names he gives them, especially the chapter on building secular Temples with names like The Temple for Reflection, there is something sort of silly in the Ad Busters kind of way to some of his ideas, but that doesn't mean they aren't things we don't need. Maybe we need advertisements that remind us to be considerate more than we need more ads to remind us that Coors and Coke are still out there producing beverages). It sounds so hokey and stupid, but if people were reminded not to be cretinous fucking assholes half the time they are reminded about the existence of some product that is almost literally impossible to not be aware of maybe people would be a tad bit more aware of their own behavior. There is no profit margin for advocating good behavior and it sounds evil and presumptuous to say that one knows how to act and should insist on others acting in a similar manner (but this is a bullshit argument. We Know how to act and we are generally in agreement about how to act, at least in theory, kids are raised with fairly universal behavior sets, we are in general agreement about what is right and what isn't right when it comes to teaching kids values, it's just that people might benefit from a reminder of how to act, or I can dream that everyone becomes more like me and is borderline debilitated by over-awareness and over-thinking anything that might infringe on others, and make the whole world full of people who are overly concerned to effect (affect?) other people as little as possible, in the process probably killing off the entire human-race because my own personal neuroses universalized in this matter would make any procreating almost impossible, and instead of being good or nice people we would all just be striving for being not obtrusive and considerate, which isn't the same thing as being a good person).
So many things in this book sort of boil down to who would give you (me, him, her, them) the right to say this is how we should be (do, think, etc.) But, I think we (me, him, her, them, maybe not you) try to abdicate ourselves from the choice of honestly figuring this all out for ourselves like good little existential troopers and turn our need for answers over to the marketplace of competing ideas. Self-helf books, diet manuals, how to meet a loved one, how to have a good relationship, what to do with my life, Oprah Winfrey, religions, psychologists, psychiatrists, some pills, gestalt therapy, philosophy, websites and message boards, google searches, seminars run by guys with headset microphones, believing thoughts make wishes come magically true, talking nice to water, a slew of other things that people do to try to give themselves the tools to deal with whatever problem life throws at you.
Giving answers is a multi-lots of money-ion industry (billions? I don't know) and it's a sea of white noise out there all screaming for your attention, saying they have the answers, and you can either spin the roulette wheel and give one a try, be one of those serial triers of new faddish 'answers', or just settle for whatever default 'way' has become your own by the way you've been raised or because of whatever values a particular culture you're a part of have instilled on you (which would generally be the way that I get all my answers, my life is still unbelievably dictated by things I learned from very angry three chord punk songs, or maybe I was already that way before I heard the songs, which is quite possible, it's a chicken/egg problem that I might have gone into elsewhere).
But it's weak to give into things like this, right? Those fucking losers reading self-help books. Needing the crutch of religion. Not able to figure out what to do with their lives so they need to find out what color their fucking 'parachute' is to give them meaning. Fucking weak-willed losers. I look down on the mouth-breathers who read certain types of books, but it's not like I probably have been any more successful then them in navigating life, maybe I'm just too cynical to reach out and try to find help in so obvious of places, or maybe I know that these answers are just bullshit. Slick marketed bullshit and unfortunately we're left to fend for ourselves or buy into some nicely packaged lie.
Greg here again. Obviously, this whole thing has been Greg. But I mean Easter evening Greg, which is also a lie because quite a bit of what you just read was also Easter evening Greg, he's been busy pecking away and adding many more words to an already long winded review with little focus. I'm addressing you directly to let you know that the review is sort of over. I meant to say something constructive here, but I failed to adequately figure out what I meant to say and never mind then expressing what I had figured out in words that would convey the meaning of what I meant to you.
Today is Easter and I'm not a religious person, but there is something 'nice' about the big religious holidays (which in my head are Easter and Christmas because I grew up at least nominally as a Christian). It might all be bullshit, you know the stories that are behind these days, but there is something good about the days. Maybe it's just me, but people seem nicer on them, there is a feeling of peace to them. Even though I don't believe in Jesus rising out of a tomb one morning one thousand nine hundred and something years ago, I still find it comforting to have a Sunday that just feels different, to dress a little nicer on the adventure Karen and I went on, to maybe put a bit more choice than usual in where we went to eat and generally see people behaving a bit differently out today. I had a good day today, and partially it's because of a religion that I don't believe in and which is at odds with quite a bit that I do believe. My 'observance' of this day was totally secular and a religious person seeing what I did or didn't do today would probably find fault with me but it was still a day that was different in a good refreshing way and it was because it was a 'special' day that objectively isn't any different from any other but the day we are told is in celebration of some guy rising up from the dead.
We don't have the secular equivalent to days like this (Not that this is a universal thing, maybe you have had just the same sort of Sunday as any other especially if you weren't raised Christian, it's the feeling of holiday that is important here, and maybe there are some secular versions of this, maybe something like the Fourth of July meet this criteria, but for me personally the patriotic holidays just don't feel the same, there is generally nothing to them other than either it being a day off or a day where I get paid more for working them).
My favorite 'holiday' of all is Christmas Eve. My family does nothing special for Christmas Eve. We eat dinner like we normally do, and maybe some last minute gift wrapping is done and some preparations made for whatever meal we'll be eating as 'fancy' the next day, but it's not one of those everyone standing around in sweaters and a fire going and whatever other images are conjured up by Christmas Eve. What I love about this day is the time once the stores are closed and it's dark out and most everyone is home and I like to go out driving and everything feels so fucking peaceful and good and for the time I'm driving around, with almost no one else out on the roads, but driving past homes with lots of cars parked outside, and homes with Christmas lights on, and it's cold and quiet my normal cynicism shuts off and it feels like everything is at peace (and I know it really isn't, but it's still a great feeling and it happens year after year). And even though it's a religion and crass capitalism that drives the whole 'holiday' season, that evening once all of the shopping is done and the stores are closed and most people are home or at the homes of relatives or whomever, I just love going out and feeling a part of that stillness. I don't share this time with anyone else and while I like spending time with my family on Christmas, and I like exchanging gifts with friends and all of that, it's that maybe hour on Christmas Eve that makes the holiday for me, that makes putting up with all the retail bullshit seem worth it, etc., There is no secular answer to that night for me. Which is a shame because to get to that hour there shouldn't necessarily have to be nonsense stories and insane spending, it's something totally different.
That ends the review. There was a last bit, but I'm dangerously close to running out of characters. The last part was about fighting classes and rituals and how they have been beneficial to me. Maybe I'll share it sometime in a comment. Or not.