PyramidHead
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I'm reading a pretty interesting book called This Life, but Martin Hägglund. In it, he makes the following argument: religious people and their apologists are wrong when they say that humans all share an innate longing for the timeless, eternal, transcendent divinity that is posited by many of the world's faiths. We say we want that, but what people really value is something different.
The concept of religious eternity is a kind of death, when you read what is actually written about it. From Buddhist nirvana to the Christian heaven, the state is described as one where time no longer passes, nothing comes to fruition or develops, nothing is exchanged, no information is gradually revealed, no growth takes place, no relationships are formed, and nothing is at stake. There is no reason to care about anything in eternity, and nothing to be passionate about. So, when most religious people imagine the afterlife, for example, they replace this permanent blissful stasis with an indefinite extension of what their earthly lives were like. They imagine being reunited with loved ones who have passed, or forming new bonds with prior enemies. There is a lot of literature that gets passed around by the Witnesses of Jehova depicting a heavenly world with people wandering around in fields of trees; where are they going? What could they possibly have to do, in a state where literally nothing matters and nothing happens?
Augustine wrote a lot about this dichotomy when discussing the loss of a friend or lover, for whom the prospect of their eternal life offered him little consolation because it wasn't a replacement of the finite, fragile, meaningful lives they embodied on earth.
What the author of the book returns to over and over is that humans don't want eternal life, we want to live on. Living on is being situated in the present moment, with a past full of memories to draw upon and an uncertain future to anticipate. It hinges on the fact that things can fail and die, and that many of those things can never be replaced. This precarious balance is what we maintain and derive joy in maintaining, as well as suffering. It gives important things their value and provides meaning to life's ups and downs, which is why we mourn and try to make things better for ourselves and others.
A good example that gets mentioned early in the book is how, during the funeral ceremony for the victims of Sandy Hook, there were two contrary messages being pushed: one being that nothing bad has truly happened since all of the victims are in a place of bliss and peace, the other being that we should do everything in our power to prevent there being any more victims of such attacks in the future. If there was really no reason to grieve at the deaths of children, then we wouldn't try to minimize them. We do, and even the faithful do, because even as some believe the victims' souls are now in the eternal presence of God, they still must acknowledge that their earthly lives being ended was the irrevocable loss of something that cannot be replaced nor substituted by the heavenly version: a time-bound, dynamic, vulnerable, ongoing person that would have lived on (not forever, but indefinitely) if not for its cessation. Something is gone that was valuable, and it was valuable because it was always at risk for being taken away. No matter how glorious the perpetual, impersonal chorus of praise in heaven may be, it can never account for this loss because it's eternal and therefore dislocated from time, and time is what makes everything we cherish actually matter.
The concept of religious eternity is a kind of death, when you read what is actually written about it. From Buddhist nirvana to the Christian heaven, the state is described as one where time no longer passes, nothing comes to fruition or develops, nothing is exchanged, no information is gradually revealed, no growth takes place, no relationships are formed, and nothing is at stake. There is no reason to care about anything in eternity, and nothing to be passionate about. So, when most religious people imagine the afterlife, for example, they replace this permanent blissful stasis with an indefinite extension of what their earthly lives were like. They imagine being reunited with loved ones who have passed, or forming new bonds with prior enemies. There is a lot of literature that gets passed around by the Witnesses of Jehova depicting a heavenly world with people wandering around in fields of trees; where are they going? What could they possibly have to do, in a state where literally nothing matters and nothing happens?
Augustine wrote a lot about this dichotomy when discussing the loss of a friend or lover, for whom the prospect of their eternal life offered him little consolation because it wasn't a replacement of the finite, fragile, meaningful lives they embodied on earth.
What the author of the book returns to over and over is that humans don't want eternal life, we want to live on. Living on is being situated in the present moment, with a past full of memories to draw upon and an uncertain future to anticipate. It hinges on the fact that things can fail and die, and that many of those things can never be replaced. This precarious balance is what we maintain and derive joy in maintaining, as well as suffering. It gives important things their value and provides meaning to life's ups and downs, which is why we mourn and try to make things better for ourselves and others.
A good example that gets mentioned early in the book is how, during the funeral ceremony for the victims of Sandy Hook, there were two contrary messages being pushed: one being that nothing bad has truly happened since all of the victims are in a place of bliss and peace, the other being that we should do everything in our power to prevent there being any more victims of such attacks in the future. If there was really no reason to grieve at the deaths of children, then we wouldn't try to minimize them. We do, and even the faithful do, because even as some believe the victims' souls are now in the eternal presence of God, they still must acknowledge that their earthly lives being ended was the irrevocable loss of something that cannot be replaced nor substituted by the heavenly version: a time-bound, dynamic, vulnerable, ongoing person that would have lived on (not forever, but indefinitely) if not for its cessation. Something is gone that was valuable, and it was valuable because it was always at risk for being taken away. No matter how glorious the perpetual, impersonal chorus of praise in heaven may be, it can never account for this loss because it's eternal and therefore dislocated from time, and time is what makes everything we cherish actually matter.