Emotions

August 25th, 2007

I have been reading Nelson Pike’s Mystic Union: An Essay in the Phenomenology of Mysticism. As the title suggests it is a philosophical approach and he is very clear; asks very sensible questions and takes nothing for granted. His problem, and I think it is a problem generally, is that he does not give enough attention to emotions. This is understandable. Emotions, like mystical experience, are entirely subjective and are not available to others, unless mediated symbolically through art, music, language and metaphor. Ideas and concepts can take on an objective existence of their own. They become what Popper called World 3 objects. As such they can be studied and they can be evaluated according to the criteria available to World 1 and World 3. But this does not get us very far. Towards the end of the book, after pages of exhaustive analysis, Pike comes to the conclusion that ‘theistic experience is possible’.

Although emotions are not available for objective study we cannot leave them out of the equation. Somehow they have to be integrated into the various human ‘sophies’ and ‘ologies’. Because ultimately it is emotions, feelings, which bestow meaning and significance. We know this. We have always known this. If something does not feel right then no amount of thinking, rational logic, will make it right. Now, the question is – why should subjective, ephemeral feelings be the arbiters of meaning rather than ‘eternal’ truths? When feelings endorse what we believe to be true there is a harmony and a sense (feeling, again) of unshakeable certainty. The resulting sense may be of peace and security, or it may be of the pointlessness and futility of human existence. But there is a solidity, a certainty which is not easily shaken. When feelings and beliefs conflict then there is discordance, a disharmony which may result in worry and anxiety, and in the suppression of feelings, or in the suppression of beliefs. Either way, all is not well.

Whatever else it means, being human means being a psychosomatic entity, a unity. Platonic and Cartesian dualism, just from my own limited experience, are not valid options. My body has a far greater impact on my mind than the other way round. Dualism provides a solution to the problem of existence after death. The death and decomposition of the body simply means that the more important spiritual element can migrate to another body, or to another mode of existence. But if one is a psychosomatic unity then death presents a problem. There is no arguing with the finality of death and the decomposition of the body.

This is where dualism is so handy. It provides a neat, simple and readily understandable solution. It offers hope in the face of the terrible reality of death of the body. There are all sorts of supporting factors. People have out of the body experiences, near death experiences, mystical experiences in which the body is somehow transcended. It is even possible to visualise an existence apart from the body, as a mind aware of all that is going on. But, and this is where the problem of the emotions makes things complicated, emotions are physical. They are bodily feelings that emerge in the amygdala and proceed to the neo-cortex. They impose themselves on the rational mind. They are almost entirely independent of the rational mind and very little affected by it however much the mind might want to impose its will on the emotions. According to Joseph LeDoux

Neuroanatomists have shown that the pathways that connect the emotional processing system of fear, the amygdala, with the thinking brain, the neocortex, are not symmetrical -the connections from the cortex to the amygdala are considerably weaker than those from the amygdala to the cortex. This may explain why, once an emotion is aroused, it is so hard for us to turn it off at will.
(http://www.cns.nyu.edu/ledoux/overview.htm)

Two questions emerge – to what extent are emotions the result of physical factors? This is important because if it were possible for the mind to exist apart from the body would it be able to feel emotions? The idea of existing in a blissful state of apatheia is not satisfactory. (Anyway bliss is a feeling.) If it is emotions which convey meaning and significance what is the point of existing as a passionless centre of awareness? One might as well be a computer.

The other question is – what is a person? Do the two alternatives, an embodied spirit, or a conscious psychosomatic unity exhaust all the possibilities? My feeling (feeling again) is no. Both of these possibilities reify what is more a process than a thing. A person is never a fixed entity but a constant process of becoming. Secondly, neither take into account the extent to which a person is constituted by relationships. To be human is to relate. I, as a person, am not circumscribed by my skin. My being extends into the being of others as does theirs into me. And not just other persons.

But enough. The more I write the more I realise how little I understand. There is a gulf between between the rational arguments of people like Pyke and LeDoux and the experience of countless others. How kind of Pyke to acknowledge the possibility of theistic experience, something that for so many is an undoubted reality. And do we now fully understand the ‘what’ and the ‘how’ of emotions and feelings? One of the Upanishads says somewhere, “He who speaks does not know, he who knows does not speak.”

Nothingness

August 24th, 2007

When I am meditating, apart from the times when I am caught up in one distraction after another – which is sometimes most of the time – apart from these times I find myself face to face with nothingness, the void. The mind shies away from this, hence the tendency to be distracted. But it is important to face it, to confront it, to merge with it. This happens rarely but when it does I feel myself on a threshold, a frightening, terrifying threshold – like standing at the very edge of a high cliff and feeling the yawning emptiness below draw like a magnet and you step back because you don’t trust yourself. So we shy away from nothingness although it is the threshold to truth and reality.

It is a bit like a baby waiting to be born. It is conscious but not yet self-conscious. It cannot think, nor can it anticipate, but if it could the prospect of birth would be a scary event even though there is nothing, and everything, to fear. The womb is a warm, secure environment. It presents no challenges, imposes no choices or decisions, no demands are made. The baby is about to be violently thrust out of this environment, which is all that it has ever known, into the unknown.

We all fear the unknown precisely because it is unknown. Such is our deep-rooted insecurity we are more willing to believe that it will be peopled with terrors than with warmth and love. Why are we so insecure? Partly, I suppose, because we are not self-sufficient, we depend so much on others who, like us, are themselves insecure and dependent. We do not have a firm and unyielding basis for our existence, we suffer from the three brute facts of contingency, powerlessness and scarcity. And so we tend to do two things which are really not very intelligent. We shy away from the nothingness and we try to find security in material things.

The real me

August 23rd, 2007

What is it that makes something truly significant? This has been popping up in my thoughts one way or another these last couple of weeks. It struck me that only what we experience is real, real for us. I can understand what exercised Bishop Berkley now. Reality is continually expanding and contracting according to our state of awareness. One of the bad things about being ill is that the preoccupation with bodily pain and discomfort shrinks the circumference of perception to the limits of that body. The universe becomes a bed of pain. The glory of the night sky, the extravagance of sunsets, the light-hearted laughter of children, the lazy buzzing of flies on a summer day, all these cease to have existence and meaning. Only the constricted and contracted me exists, only what goes on within the tight circumference of the body is real.

This raises the scary question of which is the real me. Is the real me just a fluctuating bubble of awareness which has had its moments of expansion and will one day shrink until it disappears without even a discernible pop. You can see this in old people as they sit for most of the day in their armchairs, dozing and gazing vaguely and the television. Their world is confined to fading memories of ancient excitements. The mind recoils and refuses to be so extinguished, even though it knows that it has no control over what happens to it, even though it is aware that one by one its memories are slipping into the dark pool of forgetting. Let them out of sight for too long and they slide away unnoticed and are gone. Is this it? If it is, nothing is real. Meaning is the feeling of this moment. I cannot accept this but on the other hand this is what experience shows me. Is there another experience? Can one break out of the confines of this oh-so-limited and puny body/mind?

Meditation

August 22nd, 2007

What is meditation about? It is always a struggle between two modes or being – feeling and rational. I think much of the time we are in feeling mode. Our feelings of like and dislike shape the routine activity of daily life. Performing a task involves the rational mode. As often as not feelings can either hinder or enhance rational mode activity. Yesterday — was trying to change the oil in his motor bike but his feelings about dirt, difficulty and discomfort kept getting in he way of a simple mechanical task. Likewise the pleasure of teaching, sparking off and drawing out ideas and conclusions, enhances doing theology. RM and FM are two sides of the same thing. Meditation helps one become aware of how these two interface. The focusing of the mind during meditation, the being aware of switching from one to the other and of the intermingling of the two is something that can carry over into the rest of the day. This is the meaning of mindfulness. But mindfulness is only the beginning. The task is to become aware of the underlying reality. It is a bit like being at the cinema. We are so caught up in the sights and sounds of the drama on the screen that we lose awareness of our surroundings, of the projectionist, of the streets outside, etc. Even if we are aware of them they are not as interesting at this moment as the drama on the screen – even though they are real and the drama is fiction. Fiction it may be, but when it absorbs our attention it is more ‘real’ than reality. This is one of the hurdles of meditation – getting through the boring phase of bringing the attention back from one distraction after another until one achieves simple self-awareness. To continue the analogy – the film and the cinema only exist because of the social infrastructure that produced them – a world of real people engaged in tasks, projects and creative activities, involved in all kinds of human interaction. The goal in meditation is not just to become self- aware in the minimalist sense of mindfulness but to become aware of the underlying Reality which has given rise first, to me and second, to my mental world.

(Re all this cf. McGinn on Augustine’s mysticism: Mcginn, Bernard . Presence of God: v1 The Foundations of Mysticism (The Presence of God: a History of Western Mysticism). SCM Press, London, 1992. p. 233)

Seeing

August 21st, 2007

Thinking about that tag of Aquinas – whatever is received is received according to the mode of the receiver – or something similar. It is obvious at one level. A dog sees things as a dog, a cat as a cat, etc. It is less obvious when it comes to people. It is noticeable in matters of race, nationality or gender, it is less obvious and more difficult to explain when it comes to attitudes to life and questions of meaning. What is the difference between a saint and an ordinary person? It is not the case that both see life similarly and that one chooses the path of heroic virtue and the other does not. It is more subtle than that. The difficulty for the ordinary person (if there is such an animal) is that he cannot see things other than as an ordinary person. The challenge is first to become aware of this limitation; to come to see that there are other modes of being, some better, some worse, and that it is possible to change modes. Better in what way? Better in the sense of being more happy and fulfilled, in the sense of knowing, in the sense that one comes to be rather than to have, is proactive rather than reactive, in the sense that one draws nearer to the truth.

(Quidquid recipitur secundum modum recipientis recipitur.)

Mysticism

August 20th, 2007

Just finished reading Ursula King’s book on Teilhard de Chardin.* I like what TDC seems to be saying about mysticism. Religion is about more than the encounter with God. The emphasis on this and on the coming of the Kingdom, on the Parousia, or the next life has contributed to preoccupation with the ‘other world’ and the denigration of this one. It has focused on spirituality with the emphasis on ‘spirit’ at the expense of body. In Catholicism and in Orthodox Christianity this has led to an ideology which puts forward, or has in the past, worldly detachment, celibacy and asceticism as the ideal way of life. The early monks saw it as the imitation on earth of life as it would be in heaven.

This dualistic worldview, body/spirit, earth/heaven is the result of early Greek thought on Christianity.** Jewish thought was dualistic in the sense that it saw Heaven above and earth below. Although earth reflected the glory of God it was not God’s natural domain. God is the wholly transcendent other, although his shekinah does manifest itself from time to time in particular places and in particular people.

TDC puts forward a new kind of mysticism which is non-dualist but which embraces the whole continuum from nature mysticism to transforming union. Why do I like this better? Because it includes religious insights from other religions. If you accept the Christian position as put forward by the Catholic Church then the other religions are either wrong or only partly right. It is very hard to accept that the religious insights of so many sincere seekers of the truth over so many thousands of years are all wrong. Especially since the Church’s own attitude to its teaching is so paranoid.

Our common ground is our individual experience of humanity, of the search for answers to questions concerning identity and meaning, and of the search for fulfilment and happiness. So, in what sense then can it be said the mystic knows something he did not know prior to the experience? So much of the accounts of mystical experience have to do with feelings – love, peace, joy, certainty – all these are feelings. Feelings are the dominant and most important aspect of mystical experience. Feelings validate the experience. They give it meaning and significance. They are the salt and seasoning without which the experience would be bland and unremarkable. The mystic, like the poet, is a person of intense and deep feelings. You only have to look at Pascal –

FEU.
Dieu d’Abraham, Dieu d’Isaac, Dieu de Jacob,
non des philosophes et savants.
Certitude. Certitude. Sentiment. Joie. Paix.


and at John of the Cross

El amado en la amada transformada.

Language becomes difficult and inadequate here. Knowledge and emotion are so intertwined that they would seem to be two sides of the same coin. Feeling brings knowledge to the attention, it categorises it, validates it and gives it meaning. I know thousands of things but only those that are accompanied by feelings, good or bad, matter. To have no feelings, to be bored, to be apathetic is to be less than alive. We are constantly searching for experience with feelings attached. The stronger the feelings induced, the more vital and important is the experience. Boredom stalks us, lurking at the edges of empty moments, threatening to dissipate our reason for living. Hence the frenetic search for newer, more vivid and exciting experience. Meditation tries to focus on the intersection of knowledge and feeling, to observe the interaction of one on the other. It stares boredom in the face. It has to penetrate boredom and nothingness.

* King, Ursula. Towards a New Mysticism: Teilhard De Chardin and Eastern Religions. Collins, London 1980.
** cf. Mcginn, Bernard . Presence of God: v1 The Foundations of Mysticism (The Presence of God: a History of Western Mysticism). SCM Press, London, 1992.

Questions of meaning continued

August 18th, 2007

Thinking while shaving – what, if any, metaphysical significance is there in pouring water, wetting the shaving brush and lathering my face. Are these simply inconsequential events as meaningful, or meaningless, as the falling of a leaf, or the meanderings of an ant? Or do they have a resonance? And what about human actions? Is there any difference between a tree falling on a house and killing three children, a pilot mechanically pressing a button which drops a bomb from 30,000 feet on a house killing three children of whom he is not aware, and a man with a gun and malevolence in his heart who kills three children? How do the lives and deaths of these children resonate throughout the cosmos? Does the manner of their deaths have a significance and if so what and why? Are their deaths meaningful only for those directly affected by them or are there other factors of which we are not aware?

The big questions keep intruding. The news, the situation in Iraq, floods, kidnappings, murders, abuse, poverty, decrepit old age, my own impending mortality – either human life is an absurd and very sick, very unfair joke, or there is some meaning. But I cannot see any meaning, or imagine what such meaning might be. I cannot see what could justify some of the appalling and meaningless suffering we see and hear about. Nor looking back on my own life, or looking at the lives of others can I see what lasting value they have.

And perhaps that is the clue. In the visible and material sense there is no lasting value. Only the exceptional few have left their mark on history and continue to influence the minds of people today. Are these the only lives to have value? What about the billions of others, with their hopes, fears and aspirations, their strivings and loving – do they count for nothing? On the evidence available the answer must be yes. They are gone, gone, utterly gone, as though they had never existed. If the life of ordinary people has worth it is not measured by monuments or books, it is not something tangible, not something that can be demonstrated.

We all have moments of supreme significance when life is filled with meaning; when we touch and are touched by the lives of others – sometimes just a few others, sometimes thousands – but in the long perspective these moments are as ephemeral as wisps of mist, concealing rather than revealing reality. And it is in these misty shadows that we are comfortable and would, if we could, remain. But that is not possible. Eventually we all face the reality of mortality, an irrevocable closure that calls into question all that we have lived for. What is the point of anything if it is only temporary?

Love rejects this cold logic. Although the prospect of looming death and suffering sadden and depress, our love for others (and ourselves), our love for the astoundingly beautiful world we live in, our love for God, whose translucent presence we have felt from time to time, this love cannot accept that life itself, any life, all life, is meaningless and has no value. Or that the closure of any one life is the end of life, or meaning. To love is a blind acceptance, a stubborn in-the-face-of-contrary-evidence acceptance. It is an acceptance based on hope and faith, and on the imperative to love itself, that our lives, all lives, life itself, transcends the here and now.

Questions of meaning

August 17th, 2007

The question of meaning does not arise much in ordinary daily life. The helter-skelter of daily existence, plus the pressure of relationships, do not leave much time for existential speculation. At the time these provide meaning enough. This is what life is about – relationships, job etc. What is difficult to understand are those people whose lives are not full of meaningful activity. It is as though they were being carried by a tide and then were washed up on a sandbank where there is nothing to do. There they wander aimlessly, occupying themselves with little tasks and excursions, or else they sit passively in front of the television. Boredom stalks them like an uneasy ghost. How can anyone be bored? How can anyone meander aimlessly, mind unused, dull, passive? Yet they do. On either side of the sandbank the tide of life surges and eddies – going where? That is the question. Is it going anywhere? Is there a stream of life, flowing, broadening, deepening, pouring itself into… what? A pleroma, a nirvana, the Kingdom of Heaven? And then what? Or, is there merely the tide, ebbing, flooding, surging, its waves whipped up by fractious winds, but going nowhere? That is what I want to know.

What we are doing when we are swimming in the tide, setting goals, striving for them, reaching them, going onward? Are these activities of as little, or as much, or more importance than the activities of animals in their pursuit of food, mating and reproduction? Are human activities, by virtue of being human, of a more profound existential significance and, if they are, what is it that makes them so? Are all human actions of equal worth? How do the total concentration of meditation, or making love, or abusing a child, or changing a nappy, or placing a part in a factory assembly line, or staring boredom in the face, how do all these compare in the eternal scheme of things? Are there actions which carry existential significance, good or bad, and what is it about these actions that makes them so. And are there actions which are of no significance? If so it is as though the people cast up on the sandbank were living in a vacuum.

Viktor Frankl describes the existential vacuum in this way – at the beginning of human history, man lost some of the basic animal instincts in which an animal’s behaviour is imbedded and by which it is secured. Such security, like Paradise, is closed to man forever; man has to make choices. In addition to this, however, man has suffered another loss in his more recent development inasmuch as the traditions which buttressed his behaviour are now rapidly diminishing. No instinct tells him what he has to do, and no tradition tells him what he ought to do; sometimes he does not even know what he wishes to do. Instead he either wishes to do what other people do (conformism), or he does what other people wish him to do (totalitarianism). There are various masks and guises under which the existential vacuum appears. Sometimes the frustrated will to meaning is vicariously compensated for by the will to power, including the will to money. In other cases it is taken by the will to pleasure and a search for hedonistic compensation.

What matters is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person’s life at a given moment. It is like asking a chess master, ‘What is the best move in chess?’ There is no such thing as the best move outside the context of a particular game with a particular opponent. Similarly in life. Each person’s existential situation is unique. As each situation presents a challenge, a problem to be solved, the question of the meaning of life may actually be reversed. One should ask not what is the meaning of life but rather recognise that that it is s/he who is being asked. Each person is questioned by life itself and can only answer in the context of his/her own life.

Body and mind

August 15th, 2007

I keep thinking about the relationship of body and mind. It struck me the other day that it is no coincidence that the Noble Eightfold Path has six prescriptions which concern the body and only two, the last two concern the mind. Formerly, when I read it, or about it, I tended to take the first six for granted. Of course this is the right way to behave. How like the Sermon on the Mount, and so on. The interesting ones, though, are the last two, and especially the last one – right concentration. This is the one that gets you to enlightenment. But now I am beginning to realise that they are all important. There has to be a unity of body and mind and the first six are the foundation on which the final two depend. It struck me too that they go very deep.

Thinking further it occurred that Paul’s experience, described in Romans 7 when he found that his body and his will were not under his control and he did the things he did not want to do, is an example of this. It is no good trying to achieve right mindfulness if the body and the senses are dictating the agenda. But how to achieve control over them? With Paul it was a conversion experience, or perhaps more than one, and even then it was never complete and he complained about a thorn in the flesh he could not eradicate.

I think it has to be the first seven steps of the Path all working together. The thing about meditation, or mindfulness, is that it is not really effective unless it pervades the whole day and all its activities. Unless it does this it remains a struggle with the body, with distractions, feelings and moods. When it does begin to permeate the day, mindfulness is there catching these moods and feelings as they begin to arise and is able to put them into context before they become full-blown and powerful. Why struggle with an emotion or feeling in the full flood of its surge? You will either lose and later feel guilty and base, or you will have an exhausting emotional struggle and in the end feel empty and unsatisfied because you desperately wanted to do something but were not able to. It inevitably leaves behind an itch yearning for satisfaction and, sooner or later, it will be satisfied. There will come a moment of weakness and you will succumb. This is what Paul experienced and what we all experience. Even after Paul’s conversion experience, long after he could say, ‘I live now not I but Christ lives in me’, he had to struggle with ‘the thorn in the flesh’. Mindfulness allows us to be aware of thoughts and feelings as they arise and before they grip the attention.

Meditation

August 14th, 2007

I think one of the problems with meditation is that external stimulation is at a minimum. What stimulation there is soon becomes habituated and ceases to register. For the mind then imagination, fantasies and daydreams can have a more, and a richer, reality than concentration on breathing or mantra. And so it becomes a continual struggle constantly bringing the mind back to attention.

A vague idea is running through my mind. One of the drawbacks, this is very tentative, of the Christian tradition with its anthropomorphic focus is that objects of devotion are often mental constructs, fantasies. Mystics, and those who have a religious experience, glimpse something of the reality behind these constructs. Others who have done some theology may be aware of the gap between the credal formula, the object of worship, and the transcendent reality. But for most the religious life is something that involves the whole person and especially the emotions and, while these intellectual considerations may be acknowledged, it is the emotive life which really matters and which gives flavour to living. To base this emotive life on mental constructs and fantasies seems to me to be laying up trouble for oneself. I am sure that much of the accedie contemplatives suffered from in the past, and perhaps John of the Cross’ Dark Night of the Soul, are due to this weaning away from a fantasy life.

In this respect Buddhism has much in its favour. The problem though is that we all need an emotive life, preferably one that is rich and satisfying. Can one find it in the austerity of a contemplative life? Perhaps yes. Perhaps it frees from fantasies, both those of the mind alone and those we project onto others, so that we can relate to others with greater inner freedom and with less clinging and grasping to a wishful desire that they be what we want them to be. We can acknowledge the other in all his/her uniqueness.