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By the
following day the Twitter hashtag #Ufoflap was “top trending,” when, on the
very same evening The Four Horsemen[1], aka @_Four_Horsemen, involving four
chaps on horseback in tweed, rode prominently through the action. Blitzed on horse tranquilizer and much
addicted to apocalyptic language, they offered us this remarkable
sentence:"Do you really mean to tell me the only reason you try to be good
is to gain God's approval and reward, or to avoid his disapproval and
punishment? That's not morality, that's just sucking up."[2]
Yes,
indeed, Sir - no kidding! That’s an argument with undeniable attraction –
(for twelve-year-olds). Frankly, and
without being discourteous to the noble equestrian, that's the difference
between a horseman and a muleskinner, between consensual sex and mindless rape,
stretching the definition of a split personality about as far as it can
amicably go. So, is Richard Dawkins morphing into Kerry Katona? Sure enough, he has
outlived his moment. Tied down by celebrity culture and by a shared ego-driven
self-absorption, Dawkins gets his validation today not through his academic
legacy, but by being feted as a teenage icon. For social media mutants he is the
perfect pimp, a con man who works best when feeding lines to the converted. Or
a sort of cryonically preserved reality-TV atheist, half-analogue and
half-digital, who flogs pod-casts when not buggering frail old faithfuls
carrying a Zimmer-frame. Indeed, watching the Four Horsemen tweeting drivel, I
now realise that we are in the realm of parody.
Plenty of slap, most of it crap! Don't these people have jobs to go to?
Perhaps the most psychologically accurate self-portrait ever collected, they
seem an absurdly narcissistic bunch, bloated with self-esteem. Nor do they attempt to
distract you with a challenge - nothing that might have hinted at magnitude or
even understanding.
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Take
Daniel Dennet, noted fantasy writer and a leading expert on optimism. Pointing
to the fact that "you can approach the world's complexities, both its
glories and its horrors, with an attitude ofhumble curiosity," he
envisioned, he said, "worlds within worlds".[3] Which I found refreshing.
He
also speculated that “your
own mundane preoccupations will shrink to proper size,” and that they were - as
some textbooks still mistakenly suggest – “not all that important in the
greater scheme of things.” Say no more. Using the syntax of a second-year theology
undergraduate, he also went on to claim that “however deeply you have seen, you
have only scratched the surface” - at which point I had to discard my initial
skepticism and in the face of the evidence, speculate that reality was not a
given but that it was bound up with its relationship to George Berkeley’s
doctrine of ‘representative perception,’ and that it had, therefore, no actual
existence outside of Daniel Dennet’s fertile and flexible mind.
What George Berkely might have said
goes unrecorded, but Lawrence Krauss – another noted atheist - put it to us
that "you should be happier that you are insignificant and the future is
miserable, because you are here today and you are endowed by evolution"[4]
- to paraphrase the Gospel of Mark – “with a consciousness, and intelligence.”
(And aren't those just the qualities we all look for in a Theoretical
Physicist, Cosmologist, Science and Public Policy Advocate?) "So instead
of being depressed and requiring meaning in the universe beyond your own
existence, you create your own meaning, and enjoy your brief moment in the
sun." Well, as
the Lord said, all you need is ignorance.
With "consciousness
and intelligence" a necessary and sufficient condition of being a
"Producer, Actor and Best-Selling Author," it is obvious that a
tremendous clarity had been visited upon Lawrence M. Krauss. His affinities
with Hobbes are nearly as apparent as his empathy with Hume. Though I am pretty
certain he is not the last neuroscientific druid you will ever meet.
For his part, Sam
Harris @SamHarrisOrg, a neuroscientist and -
unlike the rest of you – an ardent observer of the nonexistence of
fairies, declaimed that: “The God of the
Bible hates sodomy, and he’ll kill you for it, but he rather enjoys the occasional
human sacrifice. All we can say, he doesn’t have his priorities straight.” And
there you have it, the assignment of divine priorities is rarely an easy
matter. At the dawn of a new scientific age, intelligent people are still
waiting for some kind of denial more suited to their own definition of what
constitutes an all-inclusive cosmic idea of the
meaning of order and disorder.
For there is little doubt, if you agree with Sam Harris' definition, he has the
disorder. Indeed, that sort of self-serving twaddle is the price you pay for
missing the point as well as betraying the fact that there are some disorders
one cannot mend. Though ‘disorder’
doesn’t quite cover it, 'Ecstasy' being the true sign of the frustrated
evangelist[5]. Something he shares with the likes of Angelina Jolie, the Hollywood centauress who occasionally tries to compete with the Horsemen. But let me be as plain as possible. Religions
are a cultural no less than an ideological phenomenon. And the Horsemen fail
audiences not only because they fail to explain where the source of our
spiritual yearning truly lies, but because of
having raised a codex of outdated superstitions to the rank of an
academic controversy. Action begets reaction – it is not an interment they're
presiding over, it is a resurrection! Which raised expectations, as well as the
Devil. And remember that Evil always triumphs. All of which leads me to that
deceased obsessive, known as Christopher Hitchens, a man who hated an entire
species: homo sapiens - a genus where
every single human was a malicious, unintelligent, hopeless or spiteful nutter.
Something along the lines of hate-week, then, organised by the Party in George
Orwell's 1984. And given his rather puerile
sixth-form-type atheism, it may not be unrealistic to imagine him, most infernally ravaged, peering up from
his hellish cave existence 666 feet below the surface, at his myriad enemies,
realising belatedly that the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was
persuading the world that he doesn’t exist. And there is absolutely no arguing
with that. Amen!
[1]
An unofficial fan page – (targeted at nine-year-olds) - to share/discuss current world events &
the works of The Four Horsemen – the late Christopher Hitchens, Richard
Dawkins, Dan Dennett & Sam Harris.
[2]
Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion.
[3] Daniel Dennet, Breaking the Spell. Religion as Natural Phenomena, Penguin 2006
[4]
From Lawrence M Krauss, The Unbelievers - a
2013 documentary film.
[5] As a student at Stanford University Harris experimented with MDMA.
[5] As a student at Stanford University Harris experimented with MDMA.
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