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179 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 27, 2002
Alas, what should we call this anti-Pentecost that today forces all the peoples scattered over the earth not to understand, each in his own tongue, the same message, now indecipherable?"
Clearly, the list of ills that make it impossible to talk about religion again is growing. No wonder I held my tongue for so long.
We’d need firstly not to believe in belief; well, just about everybody approaches ‘the issue of religion’ by firmly asserting that it’s a good idea to believe or not to believe.
We’d need then to give back some strength to the notion of construction, of fabrication; now just about all religious people and their enemies find themselves agreeing to pit what is real, objective, authentic, historic against what is artificial, invented, fabricated: you’d think the truth, for all of them, consisted in worshipping some image ‘not made by human hand’.
Thirdly, we’d have to make the institution synonymous with innovation, whereas almost all our contemporaries assert that the weight of the institution and creative freedom are as opposed as fi re and water.
We’d need, fourthly, to abandon anti-idolatry, even though the battle against fetishes forms the stock in trade of all critical thinking, that is to say, the only thing left when you’ve abandoned all thought.
We’d need, fifthly, to rehabilitate relativism to turn it into a spiritual virtue par excellence, but only the battle against relativism mobilizes believers and unbelievers, rationalists and irrationalists, progressives and reactionaries alike. You’d think they all preferred the absolute.
We should never have been modern – that way, we’d no longer link religion either with the archaic or with the modernization front; but, alas, we only ever talk about a religion ‘torn between modernity and tradition’.
Lastly, we’d have to renew the holy words individually, whereas, by definition, there is no individual religion, and it’s the whole people of the redeemed who must follow. So, that’s it, at least I’ve done my job, I’ve drawn up the estimate without hiding anything: that is the price we’d have to pay if we really wanted to rebuild the monuments of faith.
I don’t in any way claim that the minuscule layer of meaning I’m clinging to has any kind of privilege, that it might serve as a metalanguage for translating the immense corpus of religious sentiment in its entirety. There is no good metalanguage, as we well know, no standard, no yardstick: the most mawkish phrases or the most elaborate, the most venerable or the newest, the most moving or the coldest become equally right or untruthful according to their sole capacity to make what they are talking about, in the instant, for whoever hears them. The felicity conditions, the tone, the tonality and the rhythm are almost completely independent of the form employed, since what matters is something else entirely which points to itself obliquely, through the discrepancies, the implausible details, the cracks in the message. In religion, as in tone, anything goes. But if there is no right metalanguage, there is no bad or inappropriate metalanguage, either. The only question is one of knowing how we can discern the quality of the utterance and then, thanks to this critical discernment – yes, critical, logical and even rational in its way – link up with all the other layers of meaning thanks to which other persons, who’ve become members of the same people, have tried, in other times and places, to express the same thing in different rituals.