Just Above Sunset
November 27, 2005 - Mondays With Murrow
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When one no longer commutes
to work but leads the life of an obscure minor writer and professional photographer (actually sold a few) in Hollywood, one
doesn't often listen to what made creeping along in Los Angeles morning traffic tolerable - National Public Radio's "Morning
Edition." There's no way to listen to that in this old Hollywood apartment building, built in the late sixties - the floors
and load-bearing walls are poured concrete with reinforcing bar. Only KUSC, the classical music station, seems to be able
to push its FM signal through all that, and the oldies station - but how much of the Beach Boys and the Supremes can one take?
I never "got" Diana Ross. So mornings are the cable news shows murmuring in the background, reading the paper, and checking
the news services and blogs on the net - and lots of black coffee and smoking the pipe. … no matter how
skillfully the story gets told or how selfless, ethical and heroic Harry may be, it's impossible for me to invest myself in
a series that glamorizes witchcraft. Yep witchcraft is a serious
problem - always has been. I believe that there
is no God. I'm beyond Atheism. Atheism is not believing in God. Not believing in God is easy - you can't prove a negative,
so there's no work to do. You can't prove that there isn't an elephant inside the trunk of my car. You sure? How about now?
Maybe he was just hiding before. Check again. Did I mention that my personal heartfelt definition of the word "elephant" includes
mystery, order, goodness, love and a spare tire? And it all flows from that
– Having taken that step,
it informs every moment of my life. I'm not greedy. I have love, blue skies, rainbows and Hallmark cards, and that has to
be enough. It has to be enough, but it's everything in the world and everything in the world is plenty for me. It seems just
rude to beg the invisible for more. Just the love of my family that raised me and the family I'm raising now is enough that
I don't need heaven. I won the huge genetic lottery and I get joy every day. Who said one cannot be
ethical without being deeply religious - it's impossible as religion is the sole source of all concepts of write and wrong?
Dennis Praeger? Jillette says that's bullshit. In fact, he says the opposite is true. Believing there's no
God stops me from being solipsistic. I can read ideas from all different people from all different cultures. Without God,
we can agree on reality, and I can keep learning where I'm wrong. We can all keep adjusting, so we can really communicate.
I don't travel in circles where people say, "I have faith, I believe this in my heart and nothing you can say or do can shake
my faith." That's just a long-winded religious way to say, "shut up," or another two words that the FCC likes less. But all
obscenity is less insulting than, "How I was brought up and my imaginary friend means more to me than anything you can ever
say or do." So, believing there is no God lets me be proven wrong and that's always fun. It means I'm learning something. Yes, it is hard to agree
on reality - just what is what - when you cannot talk, or more precisely, when it is a given that no matter what one party
says the other cannot and will not consider anything about it. How did Swift put it? - "It is useless to attempt to reason
a man out of a thing he was never reasoned into." Believing there is no
God means the suffering I've seen in my family, and indeed all the suffering in the world, isn't caused by an omniscient,
omnipresent, omnipotent force that isn't bothered to help or is just testing us, but rather something we all may be able to
help others with in the future. No God means the possibility of less suffering in the future. This man is dangerous.
He thinks we mere mortals here on earth can fix things - it's not in God's hands. I've always liked the
exchange featuring the excited young Darwinian at the end of the 19th century. He said grandly to the elderly scholar, "How
is it possible to believe in God?" The imperishable answer was, "I find it easier to believe in God than to believe that Hamlet
was deduced from the molecular structure of a mutton chop." You can almost hear Penn
Jillette mutter the name of Jillette's old HBO series. Search high and low in everything Darwin wrote and you won't find any
reference to Hamlet being the result of some process of natural selection. Darwin does not address why people write
really good literature (or bad literature either), nor does he discuss cheeses or glass blowing. The "elderly scholar" just
missed the point. But it's good enough for Buckley. It has more than once
reminded me that skepticism about life and nature is most often expressed by those who take it for granted that belief is
an indulgence of the superstitious - indeed their opiate, to quote a historical cosmologist most profoundly dead. Granted,
that to look up at the stars comes close to compelling disbelief - how can such a chance arrangement be other than an elaboration
- near infinite - of natural impulses? Yes, on the other hand, who is to say that the arrangement of the stars is more easily
traceable to nature, than to nature's molder? Let's unpack that. That "historical cosmologist"
(Marx) is dead, so what does he know? Look at all them stars
up there! Could be just a natural phenomenon, or could be a big design by God. Assume the latter. Why? Because it feels good to
assume the latter? No, just because it's easier.
This I believe: that
it is intellectually easier to credit a divine intelligence than to submit dumbly to felicitous congeries about nature. He just doesn't want to "submit" to the other concept - "felicitous congeries" - the idea that you can examine natural
phenomena and see how things thing developed - this happened which caused this which cause that and then we got a sky full
of stars. Yep, they're pretty, and that is felicitous of course. But empirical science - figuring out what happened from the
evidence - here is something he call mere congeries - magic tricks.
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