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Saturday, November 7, 2015

91. TBK. Bk VI. 2.


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The Brothers Karamazov

Book VI. 2. What is the monk? What is hell?
p358 [Zossima speaks] Fathers and teachers, what is the monk? In the cultivated world the word is nowadays pronounced by some people with a jeer, and by others it is used as a term of abuse. This contempt for the monk is growing. It is true, alas, it is true, that there are many sluggards, gluttons and insolent beggars among the monks. Educated people point to these: “You are idlers, useless members of society, you live on the labor of others, you are shameless beggars.” And yet how many meek and humble monks there are, yearning for solitude and fervent prayer in peace. These are less noticed, or passed over in silence... in their solitude, they keep the image of Christ fair and undefiled, in the purity of God’s truth, from the times of the Fathers of old....

p359 That is my view of the monk, and is it false? Is it too proud? Look at the worldly and all who set themselves up above the people of God. Has not God’s image and His truth been distorted in them? They have science; but in science there is nothing but what is the object of sense. The spiritual world, the higher part of man’s being is rejected altogether, dismissed with a sort of triumph, even with hatred.

From this perspective, the good contemplative monk is the visible representation of good Orthodox Christianity. We may not be able to see God, but at least we can see people who exemplify or personify the Christian ideal.


The world has proclaimed the reign of freedom, especially of late, but what do we see in this freedom? Nothing but slavery and self-destruction! [Ivan says “Amen!”] For the world says: “You have desires and so satisfy them, for you have the same rights as the most rich and powerful. Don’t be afraid of satisfying them and even multiply your desires.” [Aldus Huxley says “Amen!”] That is the modern doctrine of the world. In that they see freedom. And what follows from this right of multiplication of desires? In the rich, isolation and spiritual suicide: [see Fyodor and Dmitri K.] in the poor, envy and murder. [Pavel. Spoiler: (we could end the novel here, but there’s more philosophy to cover.)] For they all have been given rights, but have not been shown the means of satisfying their wants. They maintain that the world is getting more and more united, more and more bound together in brotherly community, [Settembrini says “Amen!”] as it overcomes distance and sets thoughts flying through the air. [This is too early for radio, so I suppose he is thinking of the telegraph?] 

Alas, put no faith in such a bond of union. Interpreting freedom as the multiplication and rapid satisfaction of desires, men distort their own nature, for many senseless and foolish desires and habits and ridiculous beliefs are thus fostered. [This is almost laughable coming from someone speaking in praise of the kind of monks who are proud not to bathe and to wear weighted chains under their crude clothing and who persecute one another for the most inane theological variations from the “true path.”] They live only for mutual envy, for luxury and ostentation. To have dinners, carriages, rank and slaves to wait on one is looked upon as a necessity, for which life, honor and human feeling are sacrificed. Men even commit suicide if they are unable to satisfy these desires. We see the same thing among those who are not rich for the poor drown their unsatisfied need and their envy in drunkenness. But soon they will drink blood instead of wine [Michel Foucault says “Amen!”]. They are being led on to it. I ask you is such a man free?...

p360 ...Instead of serving the cause of brotherly love and the union of humanity, men have fallen, on the contrary, into dissension and isolation, as my mysterious visitor and teacher said to me in my youth. And therefore the idea of the service of humanity, of brotherly love and the solidarity of mankind, is more and more dying out in the world. Indeed this idea is sometimes treated with derision. For how can a man shake off his habits, what can become of him if he is in such bondage to the habit of satisfying the innumerable desires he has created for himself? He is isolated and what concern has he for the rest of humanity? Men have succeeded in accumulating a greater mass of objects, but the joy in the world has grown less. 

Epicurus and even the Cynics would agree with this anti-materialist view -- it’s worth noting that he is speaking against both the bourgeoisie and the gentry here. Not that solitude craving monks (desert or island based) are any better when it comes to “serving mankind.” 


The monastic way is very different. Obedience, fasting and prayer are laughed at, yet only through them lies the way to real, true freedom. I cut off my superfluous and unnecessary desires, I subdue my proud and wanton will and chastise it with obedience, and with God’s help I attain freedom of spirit and with it spiritual joy. Which is most capable of conceiving a great idea and serving it -- the rich man in his isolation or the man who has freed himself from the tyranny of material things and habits?

I can make a surprisingly similar argument in favor of the homeless drug addict. His commitment to spiritual transcendence through chemical abuse is a powerful thing. And, aside from the debris and filth he leaves in his wake, he lives amazingly lightly on the land. And I can’t say that his life is less satisfying for him than is the life of the monk -- though he is, perhaps, less in control of his bliss. And I’m not sure which of the two has a better grasp on their marbles. Were you to swap the lives of the monk, the addict, the Epicurean, and the Lucullan, I’m not sure if any would be happier or even less happy. Perhaps each would find the new life at variance with their nature. Perhaps some would find the new life just as or more satisfying.  It would actually be a fascinating experiment. 


p361 The monk is reproached for his solitude: “You have secluded yourself within the walls of the monastery for your own salvation, and have forgotten the brotherly service of humanity!” But we will see which will be most zealous in the cause of brotherly love. For it is not we, but they, who are in isolation, though they don’t see that. Of old, leaders of the people came from among us, and why should they not again? The same meek and humble ascetics will rise up and go out to work for the great cause. The salvation of Russia comes from the people. And the Russian monk has always been on the side of the people. We are isolated only if the people are isolated. The people believe as we do, and an unbelieving reformer will never do anything in Russia, even if he is sincere in heart and a genius. Remember that! The people will meet the atheist and overcome him, and Russia will be one and orthodox. Take care of the peasant and guard his heart. Go on educating him quietly. That’s your duty as monks, for the peasant has God in his heart.

Isn’t this what the Grand Inquisitor was doing? 

... I don’t deny that there is sin in the peasants too. The fire of corruption is spreading visibly, hourly, working from above downwards. The spirit of isolation is coming upon the people too. Moneylenders and devourers of society are rising up. The merchant grows more and more eager for rank and strives to show himself cultured though he has not a trace of culture. He despises his old traditions, and is even ashamed of the faith of his fathers. He visits princes, though he is only a peasant corrupted. The peasants are rotting in drunkenness and cannot shake off the habit. And what cruelty to their wives, to their children even! All from drunkenness! I’ve seen in the factories children nine years old, frail, rickety, bent and already depraved. The stuffy workshop, the din of machinery, work all day long, the vile language and the drink, the drink -- is that what a little child’s heart needs? He needs sunshine, childish play, good examples all about him, and love. There must be no more of this, monks, no more torturing of children. Rise up and preach that. Make haste, make haste!

So Ivan and Zossima are for the most part arguing for the same moral position but from different starting points. As usual we have the petite bourgeoisie criticized for being too uppity and not sophisticated enough. 

Here drink and poor working conditions are the bane of society whereas today it would be lack of work and a wider variety of chemicals like meth, cocaine, and huffable paints. Haste was not made. 


p362 But God will save Russia, for though the peasants are corrupt and cannot renounce their filthy sin, yet they know it is cursed by God and that they do wrong in sinning. Our people still believe in righteousness, have faith in God and weep tears of devotion.

Gissing’s Henry Ryecroft said something similar about the turn of the century English lower classes. 


It is different with the upper classes. They, following science, want to base justice on reason alone, not with Christ as before. They have already proclaimed that there is no crime, that there is no sin. And that’s consistent, for if you have no God what is the meaning of crime? In Europe the people are already rising up against the rich, and the leaders of the people are everywhere leading them to bloodshed and teaching them that their wrath is righteous. But their”wrath is accursed, for it is cruel.” But God will save Russia as He has saved her many times. Salvation will come from the people, from their faith and their meekness.

Enough of this “there is no crime without God” shit. Draco’s Code -- the origin of written law in the West -- is not motivated by religion but by a need to break the cycle of blood feud. That a “crime” is not a “sin” in the Christian sense doesn’t mean it isn’t still a crime against society. You could argue that a more secular society could use a more Draconian law code since there isn’t a God to sort things out in the after-life.  


...I’ve been struck all my life by the dignity of our people... I’ve seen it in spite of the degraded sins and poverty-stricken appearance of our peasantry. They are not servile, and even after two centuries of serfdom, they are free in manner and bearing, yet without insolence, and not revengeful and not envious. [I hadn’t realized that serfdom in Russia only started when the institution was already disappearing in Europe. And it was only established in parts of Russia, not the whole nation.] “You are rich and noble, you are clever and talented, well be so. God bless you. I respect you, but I know that I too am a man. By the very fact that I respect you without envy I prove my dignity as a man.”

This is not like Gissing's description of the English lower classes.

In truth if they don’t say this (for they don’t know how to say this yet) that is how they act... And would you believe it, the poorer our Russian peasant is, the more noticeable is that serene goodness for the rich among them are for the most part corrupt already. Much of this is due to our carelessness and indifference... I dream of seeing, and seem to be see clearly already, our future. It will come to pass, that even the most corrupt of our rich will end by being ashamed of his riches before the poor, and the poor, seeing his humility, will understand and give way before him, will respond joyfully and kindly to his honorable shame... Equality is to be found only in the spiritual dignity of man, and that will be understood among us. If we were brothers, there would be fraternity. But man will never agree about the division of wealth. . . . We preserve the image of Christ, and it will shine forth like a precious diamond to the whole world. So may it be, so may it be!

The “shame” of the rich before the poor is not yet in evidence, though I suppose their establishing themselves in enclaves of wealth where they only have to deal with the poor in the form of servants and the like, could indicate some degree of shame. And the ease with which the wealthy can manipulate the poor to vote against their own interest might indicate a tendency to “understand and give way” on the part of the poor -- though I think it is something else entirely. 

...
p365 And can it be a dream, that in the end man will find his joy only in deeds of light and mercy, and not in cruel pleasures as now, in gluttony, fornication, ostentation, boasting and envious rivalry of one with the other? I firmly believe that it is not a dream and that the time is at hand.... [Along with cheap, cold fusion power.] 

And we may ask the scornful: if our hope is a dream, when will you build your edifice and order things justly by your intellect alone, without Christ?... In truth, they have more fantastic dreams than we. They aim at justice, but, denying Christ, they will end by flooding the earth with blood, for blood cries out for blood, and he that taketh up the sword shall perish by the sword. And if it were not for Christ’s covenant, they would slaughter one another down to the last two men on earth. And those two last men would not be able to restrain each other in their pride, and the one would slay the other and then himself. That would come to pass, were it not for the promise of Christ that for the sake of the humble and meek the days shall be shortened. 

Where does he get this? Is there any evidence that Christian nations are more peaceful than non-Christian nations? The history of Christian Europe until the middle of the 20th century was a history of war. 


[I’m skipping much of Zossima’s lovely views on how good monks should live, but I will include this:] p368 ...Much on earth is hidden from us, but to make up for that we have been given a precious mystic sense of our living bond with the other world, with the the higher heavenly world, and the roots of our thoughts and feelings are not here but in other worlds. That is why the philosophers [Kant?] say that we cannot understand the reality of things on earth.

God took seeds from different worlds and sowed them in this earth, and His garden grew up and everything came up that could come up. But what grows lives and is alive only through the feeling of its contact with other mysterious worlds. If that feeling grows weak or is destroyed in you, the heavenly growth will die away in you. Then you will be indifferent to life and even grow to hate it. That’s what I think.

Interestingly, this idea of “seeds from different worlds” is similar to current ideas that earth was “seeded” with proto-life from comets. In both cases this is not entirely satisfying since it ignores the question of how these “seeds” formed on other worlds. Pretty much any story that begins, “In the beginning...” is problematic. 


p369 Remember particularly that you cannot be a judge of anyone. For no one can judge a criminal, unless he recognizes that he is such a criminal as the man standing before him, and that he perhaps is more than all men to blame for that crime. [This is esoteric, though Dostoyevsky seems to feel strongly about it.] When he understands that, [not yet] he will be able to be a judge. Though that sounds absurd, it is true. If I had been righteous myself, perhaps there would have been no criminal standing before me. [?] If you can take upon yourself the crime of the criminal your heart is judging, take it at once, suffer for him yourself, and let him go without reproach. And even if the law itself makes you his judge, act in the same spirit so far as possible, for he will go away and condemn himself more bitterly than you have done. If, after your kiss, he goes away untouched, mocking at you, do not let that be a stumbling block to you. It shows his time has not yet come. But remember it will come in due course. And if it comes not, no matter; if not he, then another in his place will understand and suffer, and judge and condemn himself, and the truth will be fulfilled. Believe that. Believe it without doubt for in that lies all the hope and faith of the saints.

There’s a pantheistic way of understanding this: As part of God, we are co-authors of this world and of the criminal. And as co-authors we can hardly “judge” the actions of our characters. Though you could also say that in the situation above we are responsible for future crimes committed by the criminal we have “let go.” 


p371 Fathers and teachers, I ask: “What is hell?” I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love...

They talk of hell fire in the material sense. I don’t go into that mystery and I shun it. But I think that if there were fire in the material sense, they would be glad of it, for, I imagine, that in material agony, their greater spiritual agony would be forgotten for a moment...



Several models are suggested for the character Zossima including Tikhon of Zadonsk and "The Life of the Elder Leonid" and Staretz Amvrosy -- also known as Ambrose of Optina.


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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

87. TBK. Bk V. 4. & "Voices"


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The Brothers Karamazov

Book V. 4. Why Ivan rejects God's World
p267 “I must make one confession,” Ivan began. “I could never understand how one can love one’s neighbors. It’s just one’s neighbors, to my mind, that one can’t love, though one might love those who live at a distance. I once read somewhere of the saint, John the Merciful. When a hungry, frozen beggar came to him, he took him into his bed, held him in his arms, and began breathing into his mouth, which was putrid and loathsome from some awful disease. I am convinced that he did that from ‘self-laceration,’ from self-laceration of falseness, for the sake of charity imposed by duty, as a penance laid on him. For anyone to love a man, he must be hidden, for as soon as he shows his face, love is gone.”

Can’t help noticing that he failed to feed the hungry man before pulling him into his bed. Also can’t help wondering how cold the Merciful John was before entertaining his guest.

“Father Zossima has talked of that more than once,” observed Alyosha. “He, too, said that the face of a man often hinders people not practiced in love, from loving him. But yet there’s a great deal of love in mankind, an almost Christ-like love. I know that myself, Ivan.”

So now Madame H. and Ivan have talked about this and Katerina seems to be infected with it -- I say since I’m with Ivan here. This was (will be?) also a favorite subject with Naphtha. Madame H., even if she doesn’t mean it, and Katerina are certainly better spokespersons, but you still have to wonder about the motive of the person who wishes to be Christ-like. What kind of person seeks mortification and why. Also you get that devilish conundrum where Ivan or I would be more charitable were we to perform a similarly mortifying good deed against our inclination than some holy person who get’s off on it. Or maybe not.

“Well, I know nothing of it so far, and can’t understand it, and the mass of mankind are with me there. The question is, whether this lack of ability to love is due to men’s bad qualities or whether it’s inherent in their nature. To my thinking, Christ-like love for men is a miracle impossible on earth. He was God. But we are not gods. Suppose I, for instance, suffer intensely. Another can never know how much I suffer, because he is another and not I. And what’s more, a man is rarely ready to admit another’s suffering. Why won’t he admit it, do you think? Because I smell unpleasant, because I have a stupid face, because I once trod on his foot. [Because he is the cause of that suffering but doesn’t wish to acknowledge that -- that’s a good one he should have mentioned.] Besides there is suffering and suffering; degrading, humiliating suffering such as humbles me -- hunger, for instance. But when you come to higher suffering -- for an idea, for instance -- he will very rarely admit it, perhaps because my face he thinks is not the face of a man who suffers for an idea. And so he deprives me instantly of his favor, and not at all from badness of heart. Beggars, especially genteel beggars, should never show themselves, but ask for charity through the newspapers.

“One can love one’s neighbors in the abstract, or even at a distance, but at close quarters it’s almost impossible... But we had better confine ourselves to the sufferings of children... children can be loved even at close quarters, even when they are dirty, even when they are ugly. The second reason why I won’t speak of grown-up people is that, besides being disgusting and unworthy of love, they have a compensation -- they’ve eaten the apple and know good and evil, and they have become ‘like God.’ They go on eating it still. But children haven’t eaten anything, and are innocent... If they, too, suffer horribly on earth, they must suffer for their fathers’ sins, they must be punished for their fathers, who have eaten the apple. But that reasoning is of the other world and is incomprehensible for the heart of man here on earth. The innocent must not suffer for another’s sins, and especially such innocents! You may be surprised at me, Alyosha, but I am awfully fond of children, too. And remember, cruel people, the violent, the rapacious, the Karamazovs are sometimes very fond of children. Children while they are quite little -- up to seven, for instance -- are so remote from grown-up people; they are different creatures, as it were, of a different species...”

p269 “You speak in such a strange way,” observed Alyosha uneasily, “as though you were not quite yourself.”

There follows an extensive description of outrages against children. I am not so convinced of the “innocence” of children even under seven, but Ivan still makes a good case for the existence of evil.

p271 “Ivan, what are you driving at?” asked Alyosha.

“I think if the devil doesn’t exist, then man has created him. He has created him in his own image and likeness.

Ah, the obverse side of the coin at last.

“Just as man created God, then?” observed Alyosha.

“ ‘It’s wonderful how you can turn words,’ as Polonius says in Hamlet,” laughed Ivan. “You turn my words against me. Well, I am glad. Yours must be a fine God, if man created Him in His image and likeness... [still more outrages against children.]
...
p275 “... Let me tell you, novice, that the absurd is only too necessary on earth. The world stands on absurdities, and perhaps nothing would have come to pass in it without them. We know what we know!”

“What do we know?”

“I understand nothing,” Ivan went on, as though delirious. “I don’t want to understand anything now. I want to stick to the facts. I made up my mind long ago not to understand. If I try to understand anything, I will be false to the facts and I have determined to stick to the facts.”

“Why are you testing me?” Alyosha cried. “Will you say what you mean?”

“Of course, I will. That’s what I’ve been leading up to. You are dear to me. I don’t want to let you go. And I won’t give you up to your Zossima.”

Ivan was silent for a minute. His face became all at once very sad. 

“Listen! I spoke of children only to make my case clearer. Of the other tears of humanity with which the earth is soaked from its crust to its center, I will say nothing. I have narrowed my subject on purpose. And I recognize in all humility that I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is. Men are themselves to blame, I suppose: they were given paradise, they wanted freedom, they stole fire from heaven, though they knew they would become unhappy. So there is no need to pity them. [On the one hand I’m delighted to see him combining the Fall and Prometheus, but I have to ask how could they have known the consequences of either of these myths? I agree they would have acted the same had they known, but you would have to say that, without the knowledge of good and evil, they would have been innocent had they consciously chosen something they didn’t understand. As innocent as children, in fact.] With my earthly, Euclidian understanding, all I know is that there is suffering and that there are none guilty; that cause follows effect, simply and directly; that everything flows and finds its level -- but that’s only Euclidian nonsense, I know that, and I can’t consent to live by it! What comfort is it to me that there are none guilty and that cause follows effect simply and directly, [He keeps saying this but where does he get it? Could this be a typo? Though a quick search did give me me This.] and that I know it -- I must have justice, or I will destroy myself. And not justice in some remote infinite time and space, but here on earth. Justice that I can see myself. I have believed in it. I want to see it. And if I am dead by then, let me rise again, for if it all happens without me, it will be too unfair. Surely I haven’t suffered, simply that I, my crimes and my sufferings, may manure the soil of future harmony for somebody else. I want to see with my own eyes the lamb lie down with the lion and the victim rise up and embrace his murderer. I want to be there when everyone suddenly understands what it has all been about. All the religions of the world are built on this longing, and I am a believer.

“... Listen! If all must suffer to pay for eternal harmony, what have children to do with it? Tell me, please. It’s beyond all comprehension why they should suffer and why they should pay for the harmony... I understand solidarity in retribution, too; but there can be no such solidarity with children. And if it is really true that they must share responsibility for all their fathers’ crimes, such a truth is not of this world and is beyond my comprehension. Some jester will say, perhaps, that the child would have grown up and have sinned, but you see he didn’t grow up, he was torn to pieces by the dogs, at eight years of age.

“Oh, Alyosha, I am not blaspheming! I understand, of course, what an upheaval of the universe it will be, when everything in heaven and earth blends in one hymn of praise and everything that lives and has lived cries aloud: ‘Thou are just, O Lord, for Thy ways are revealed.’ ... But what troubles me is that I can’t accept that harmony. And while I am on earth, I hurry to take my own measures. You see, Alyosha, perhaps it really may happen that if I live to that moment, or rise again to see it, I, too, perhaps, may cry aloud with the rest... ‘Thou art just, O Lord!’ But I don’t want to cry aloud then. While there is still time, I want to protect myself and renounce the higher harmony altogether. It’s not worth the tears of that one tortured child who beat himself on the breast with its little fists and prayed in its stinking outhouse, with its tears to ‘dear, kind God’! It’s not worth it, because those tears are unatoned for. They must be atoned for or there is not harmony. But how? How are you going to atone for them? Is it possible? By their being avenged? But what do I care for avenging them? What do I care for a hell for oppressors? What good can hell do, since those children have already been tortured? And what becomes of harmony, if there is hell? I want to forgive. I want to embrace. I don’t want more suffering... I don’t want harmony. From love for humanity I don’t want it. I would rather be left with unavenged suffering. I would rather remain with my unavenged suffering and unsatisfied indignation, even if I were wrong. Besides, too high a price is asked for harmony; it’s beyond our means to pay so much. And so I give back my entrance ticket, and if I am an honest man I give it back as soon as possible. And that I am doing. It’s not God that I don’t accept, Alyosha, only I must respectfully return the ticket to Him.”

p278 “That’s rebellion,” murmured Alyosha, looking down.

“Rebellion? I am sorry you call it that,” said Ivan earnestly. “One can hardly live in rebellion, and I want to live. Tell me yourself, I challenge you -- answer. Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last. Imagine that you are doing this but that it is essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature -- that child beating its breast with its fist, for instance -- in order to found that edifice on its unavenged tears. Would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me. Tell the truth.”

This was (perhaps) one of Goethe’s themes at the close of Faust. It’s also my flip side of the Golden Rule, where you can judge people (or gods) for doing what you would not do in their place. 

“No, I wouldn’t consent.” said Alyosha softly.

“And can you accept the idea that the men for whom you are building would agree to receive their happiness from the unatoned blood of a little victim? And accepting it would remain happy forever?”

This is also the dark side of Hans Castorp’s dream in "Snow."

“No, I can’t admit it,” said Alyosha suddenly, with flashing eyes. “But, Ivan, you asked just now, is there a person in the world who has a right to forgive and can forgive? But there is a Being and He can forgive everything, all and for all, because He gave His innocent blood for all and everything. You have forgotten Him, and on Him is built the edifice, and it is to Him they cry aloud, ‘Thou art just, O Lord, for Thy ways are revealed!”

“Ah! The One without sin and His blood! No, I have not forgotten Him. On the contrary I’ve been wondering all the time how it was you did not bring Him in before, for usually all arguments on your side put Him in the foreground. Do you know, Alyosha -- don’t laugh! I wrote a poem about a year ago. If you can waste another ten minutes, I’ll tell it to you.”
...
“My poem is called ‘The Grand Inquisitor.’ It’s a ridiculous thing, but I want to tell it to you.”


Again, I'm going to take a break here because the next section is a real killer. Also, I imagine we've had enough laughs for one day.




Small Victories

"Voices"
p245 “...there was hugely screwed-up stuff going on in my family’s life... that could not possibly be God’s will for us, especially not for the young ones in my family. How can God possibly expect us to accept God’s will, when it can be such awful stuff? Why would you possibly pray for the power to carry out God’s will when, if God will just hear you out, you think it’s a very poor plan?”


I’m not being clever here, I really did just read these two chapters back to back and without prior planning. I love Lamott’s voice, her humor. If anyone else was writing this I would have put it down long ago. I wonder if anyone is funny enough to sell me IS’s bill of goods?  



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