Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid* apathy with no concentration /
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid* apathy with no concentration /
Men's curiosity searches past and future
And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint—
And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint—
-TS
Eliot, The Four Quartets
Once
a person or culture rejects any belief in the transcendent and the eternal and all
that remains is the material, all that’s left is despair or its weakling twin
sister, boredom. If there is no eternal Creator and Father of us all, no
timeless moments within time, then there is no transcendent purpose or meaning
to life and history. All we have, then, as the French philosopher Camus saw, is
absurdity and despair. “The only serious question in
life,” he said, “is whether to kill yourself or not.” Not having the courage of
their convictions to embrace the reality of what it means to be locked within a
world without the eternal God, Americans, by-and-large, have opted to embrace
the weakling twin sister.
Having
made such a choice, however, theirs is not simply a meaningless life of boredom
where each person daily seeks to be “Distracted from distraction by
distraction.” No: having chosen to reject the Creator and Sustainer of the
universe, they are also now subjected to the tyranny of false-gods. After all,
as Eliot said in 1939, “If you will not have God, (and He is a jealous God),
pay your respects to Hitler and Stalin.”
Civil Government Demanding an anti-God and
anti-humane conformity for the sake of an “equality” that never has and never
will exist, and justifying its tyranny of centralized powers on the grounds of
“efficiency” and “progress,” our Leviathan-like government strangles to death all
diversity, variety, and individual freedom. Boredom is now a legislated
societal norm.
Education Statist education supports
this boring conformity with an unrelenting war against excellence. Rejecting
books that exalt transcendent Goodness, Beauty and Truth, it replaces them with
dull and boring reading material written for the lowest common denominator, as
well as with books that covertly or overtly exhort us to conform to the
dictates of the State. Augmenting this war against the transcendent and
excellent, students are taught that no person or culture is allowed to stand out
due to singular achievements: all are to be given awards for merely
participating.
Work Businesses, seeking
higher and higher degrees of efficiency for the sake of higher and higher
profit margins, treat people as cogs in a wheel. Not seeing each person as
being created by God in the image of God and for God, there is no such thing as
human dignity, only so many objects to be shuffled around the Monopoly
game-board for the sake of the almighty dollar. Having accepted the lie of time
without the timeless, the cogs embrace their fate and go through their days in
dreariness.
Individuals Rejecting their status as
being made a little lower than the angels and placed in a world enchanted with
God’s presence, the only course left to the unbelieving blind is being
subjected to the machinations of the Great Herdsman of our culture and the diversions
of the vacuous fads and fashions of the meaningless moment. Of course, anarchy
(aka, cultural suicide) is another option, but that’s a post for another day.
Is
it any wonder that so many of us seek to be “Distracted from distraction by
distraction”? No longer seeking to apprehend “The point of intersection of the
timeless with time,” or the eternal guiding and defining the temporal, we
become inanimate objects ruled over by the whims of others and a heartless
fate. Time without the timeless filled with tyrants who control our times and,
as Eliot wrote in his Four Quartets, a pointless “rising and falling. / Eating
and drinking. Dung and death.”
* Tumid: Swollen; distended.
Copyright, Monte E Wilson,
2016
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