Saturday, 7 July 2018

The Return Triumphant, the Second Coming of Prometheus, the last construction of Faustian religiousness...

The following is the abstraction of a  topic currently featured in V.H. Ironside, Behold! I Teach You Superman 



“The shore hath vanished, now hath fallen from me the last chain - The boundless roareth around me, far away sparkle for me space and time...!”
Nietzsche

            The Nobel laureate Steven Weinberg once said that “One of the great achievements of science has been, if not to make it impossible for intelligent people to be religious, then at least to make it possible for them not to be religious.” Which tells us very little about religion, but a great deal about the scope and latitude of science.
            Science, it has been said, is a humble and, in its way, a very narrow vocation. Prompted by nonhuman emotions and perceptions, it is certainly unaffected by any trace of religious empathy. You do not have to believe in anything but yourself. It has no creed but reason. Devoid of rites and sacraments, but robust on miracles, the scientist is a truly free being. What’s more, there is no dogma to this freedom. His language may be inflexible, incisive, inventive, compelling, poetic, and indelibly rational, but - to tell the whole truth - the basic assumption of science is not determinism. Quite the reverse, it is a modern mistake to imagine that science provides certainty. It’s fair to say in fact, that science holds the key to the greatest age of faith in the history of the world, even if we cannot define it. The callous among us may propose that those common principles and aspiration add up to nothing more than a tendency to turn our conscience into an instrument of analysis and enquiry. But don’t be mislead. Profound affinities are revealed between the religious and scientific conceptions of the same culture. Indeed, my own view is that the mutual dependence of most modern epistemological and physical theories has never previously emerged with the same prominence. Perceived with a deep wordless understanding, science is, in the final analysis, a numen of the highest order, the primary element from which all future motivation proceeds. It is the fulcrum of causal necessity. Like the Riddle of Creation, it comprises the incontrovertible formulation of an idea. Wherever you kill it, its roots just regrow, more vigorous and energetic.
            Sceptical, then, scientists may be, and their thinking clear, concise and unambiguous, but ultimately their great calling is that of truly pious men, recognizably the story of religious Puritanism in another setting, impelling everywhere to great efforts of creation. Their methods may seem incompatible with the ancient theology offered by the scriptures and a hierarchy of priests,  but knowledge is only an educated form of belief. And like all beliefs, if it claims to be based on the observable and quantifiable, it is in truth the effective religion of our time, an expression, indeed, of  something eternal and universally valid, and its dogma the systematic exposition of the riddle of creation. Scientific  scepticism, accordingly,  is not an assault upon, but rather the corroboration of all that which at its most sublime secured the answers by way of vision, not abstraction. For even if the preferred terms are the ‘Big Bang’ and the ‘Theory of Everything’, these merely reaffirm the already sanctioned principles of Genesis and the Story of Creation. Indeed, there can be no question of a separate discipline. Physics carries a whole mythology of concepts into causal-allegorical continuation and repositions them without amending any of the facts. As a matter of fact, if the Theory of Everything were an open book, one could comfortably place it alongside the Hebrew Bible or Bhagavad-Gita, the New Testament and the Koran,  adding a dimension of depth without sacrificing the essential nature of its messianic promise: La Ilaha Ila Allah - there is no mathematic but mathematics! For “only so can we understand, as something necessary, the fact that the greatest mathematical thinkers, the creative artists of the realm of numbers, have been brought to the decisive mathematical discoveries of their several cultures by a deep religious intuition.”[1]
            Thus, it is only by the logic of numbers as the principle of a world-order of comprehensible things, that the human understanding gains power over the universe.  Science is the Return Triumphant, the Second Coming of Prometheus, the last construction of Faustian religiousness. It is theology for atheists, the breath of Zeus for logicians. Indeed, it may sound reactionary or even heretical, depending on your point of view, but for me, even in the twenty-first century, the prophetic conception of science as a search for salvation is still a form of Gnosis, and the knowledge and mastery of time and space at the centre of its mysteries.
            Religious piety, humility, subjection, and meekness are a liability. In fact, to encourage the process whereby the ego blindly hands itself over to some pathetic effigy of itself, is not to honour God, frankly, but to offend His genius. Man and God being mutually dependent require the element of transcendence, not by way of an allegory to be idolized, but as an engine to serve a purpose. Melancholy, inward looking and austere, orthodox Christianity is, by contradistinction, little more than an accretion of cultural norms. It simply cannot exist in an ideological vacuum. It has nothing to offer but history. It is no longer a religion. It is an institutional ailment. And this constitutes the tragic greatness and, at the same time, the greatest weakness of Western culture. There is no future to its credo.  I advocate hubris - which is no mere conceit, but an articulation of the ethical judgment of the world conceived as an anthropic system. Indeed, I may well be prejudiced, but to me the most prophetic, evocative statement of the nineteenth century is Friedrich Nietzsche’s “Dead are all the Gods: now do we desire the Superman to live. Let this be our final will at the great noontide!”




[1] O. Spengler, The Decline of the West. Vol. I. p 70

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