St. Paul said that the knowledge of God's law is "written on our hearts, our consciences also bearing witness." The way natural law thinkers put this is to say that they [the natural or anthropological laws] constitute the deep structure of our minds. That means that so long as we have minds, we can't not know them. Well, I was unusually determined not to know them; therefore I had to destroy my mind. I resisted the temptation to believe in good with as much energy as some saints resist the temptation to neglect good. For instance, I loved my wife and children, but I was determined to regard this love as merely a subjective preference with no real and objective value. Think what this did to my very capacity to love them. After all, love is a commitment of the will to the true good of another person, and how can one's will be committed to the true good of another person if he denies the reality of good, denies the reality of persons, and denies that his commitments are in his control?Interview with Budziszewski here. (Hat tip: Athos)
Visualize a man opening up the access panels of his mind and pulling out all the components that have God's image stamped on them. The problem is that they all have God's image stamped on them, so the man can never stop. No matter how much he pulls out, there's still more to pull. I was that man. Because I pulled out more and more, there was less and less that I could think about. But because there was less and less that I could think about, I thought I was becoming more and more focussed. Because I believed things that filled me with dread, I thought I was smarter and braver than the people who didn't believe them. I thought I saw an emptiness at the heart of the universe that was hidden from their foolish eyes. Of course I was the fool.
Escape Through Horror
How then did God bring me back? I came, over time, to feel a greater and greater horror about myself. [truepeers notes: this is the part the really rings true to my own experience of the horror.] Not exactly a feeling of guilt, not exactly a feeling of shame, just horror: an overpowering sense that my condition was terribly wrong. Finally it occurred to me to wonder why, if there were no difference between the wonderful and the horrible, I should feel horror. In letting that thought through, my mental censors blundered. You see, in order to take the sense of horror seriously--and by now I couldn't help doing so--I had to admit that there was a difference between the wonderful and the horrible after all. For once my philosophical training did me some good, because I knew that if there existed a horrible, there had to exist a wonderful of which the horrible was the absence. So my walls of self-deception collapsed all at once.
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As an ethical an political theorist, what I do now is poles apart from what I did sixteen years ago. What I write about now is those very moral principles I used to deny the ones we can't not know because they are imprinted on our minds, inscribed upon our consciences, written on our hearts.
Some call these principles the "natural law." Such as it is, my own contribution to the theory of natural law is a little different than those of some other writers. One might say that I specialize in understanding the ways that we pretend we don't know what we really do--the ways we suppress our knowledge, the ways we hold it down, the ways we deceive ourselves and others. I do not try to "prove" the natural law as though one could prove that by which all else is proven; I do try to show that in order to get anywhere at all, the philosophies of denial must always at some point assume the very first principles they deny.
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Many of my students tell me they struggle with the same dark influences that I once did. I hope that by telling the story of my own escape I may encourage them to seek the light.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Let's try to save our suicidal students
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Thursday Night Meeting
We meet to discuss the issues we raise on our blog, and to have the opportunity of learning from the personal experience of others who may or may not agree with our point of view. There's a far different degree of understanding to be obtained through personal conversation, than what can be attained through written communication.
This point was definitely underscored at last week's meeting, where we were joined by two members of France's Blue Revolution, abroad here in BC on their summer holiday. It's one thing to read about what's going on over there, quite another to sit and talk and listen to someone struggling to keep their business afloat despite the penurious taxes, the anti-business mindset of the bureaucratic elite, and the outrageous street crime the gauche dirigistes have allowed to become unleashed throughout that nation.We think we have it bad, but we don't have to legitimately worry about our car going up in smoke..! It was sobering to meet with people who do...
So whether you're just visiting or regularly in town, you're welcomed to come and join us, to help discover if there is something you can do to forestall such decay from taking root here in Canada... more than it already has.
In solidarity with the liberty-seeking citizens of France, we wear blue scarves, as they do, symboling our shared objectives, no matter the nation: a clear sky, an untroubled horizon.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
A timely coincidence
An elderly couple had strolled over to my park bench, slowly yet purposefully. At first glance they appeared to be just another couple out for a walk. There’s a certain aimless pace, however, that such wanderers tend to follow, a recognizable tempo that identifies them as explorers admiring the unveiling landscape… and this couple were not marching to that tempo, theirs was a far more deliberate advance. An advance towards me.
There was the briefest moment of mutual discomfort, before the awkward silence was broken by the apologetic older gentleman. “I beg your pardon”, he hesitated, “may we read the plaque on that bench you happen to be sitting on? You see, it’s our son.”
I have written before on the touching custom here, in and around Vancouver, of mourning families to mark the passing of loved ones with small memorials in the form of public park benches. These benches can be found along our forest trails and sea wall walks, offering weary travelers a seat with a welcome view of the passing majesty of British Columbia. I try to make it my habit to spare the time it takes to read the messages of devotion, gratitude and shared memories that these modest tributes have to offer, partly out of respect but mostly out of admiration for the love that animated the public gift.
And so to my sudden surprise, I was meeting the two people responsible for one of my favorite memorial benches to sit in and pass the time.
I tactfully got out of the way for the time they needed to re-read the plaque for their lost boy, and for their brief reflection. I don’t know what reaction I expected from them, but I didn’t expect the warm smiles on display, perhaps the reflection of many happy memories. The mother could have cried and wept at her loss; instead she smiled at the memory of her gain, of the blessing her son had clearly been to her life.
All three of us seemed to feel a need to share some words, the pair feeling a little embarrassed at the circumstances, myself even more embarrassed for being an unexpected witness to such a personal moment. With less than ideal eloquence, I thanked them for the bench, confessing how often I came here and how far I travel to get to this one spot, to read and relax in this most inspiring of places. My sincere compliment increased the smiles that were looking back at me, and the couple opened up a little more. The mother recounted some of her sons exploits, pointing in the end to a mountain half-hidden by the clouds: “That was his favorite mountain to climb, and so we chose to place the bench here. He sure loved that view.”
That conclusive statement seemed to bring the curtain down on our encounter. Off they went, continuing along the trail, their pilgrimage at an end. I resumed my place but could not resume my reading. All I could think of were that mother’s smiles. With all that had been going wrong in my world lately, I wondered from where I find the resolve to follow her example, and find consolation in the blessings that come our way, instead of dwelling on what we are denied… a fault I have a hard time losing.
I got the message, finally; and if I had missed that second bus, I would have missed the messenger…
Old-Fashioned Feminism
The new issue of Weekly Standard magazine features an article by Christina Hoff Sommers, on the subject that should be receiving far more attention than it does at present:The Subjection of Islamic Women And the fecklessness of American feminism
...If you go to the websites of major women's groups, such as the National Organization for Women, the Ms. Foundation for Women, and the National Council for Research on Women, or to women's centers at our major colleges and universities, you'll find them caught up with entirely other issues, seldom mentioning women in Islam. During the 1980s, there were massive demonstrations on American campuses against racial apartheid in South Africa. There is no remotely comparable movement on today's campuses against the gender apartheid prevalent in large parts of the world.
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For a brief period before September 11, 2001, many women's groups protested the brutalities of the Taliban. But they have never organized a full-scale mobilization against gender oppression in the Muslim world. The condition of Muslim women may be the most pressing women's issue of our age, but for many contemporary American feminists it is not a high priority. Why not?
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Return of the rat: stealing the shell to better steal their souls
Since people with no honor have a tendency to act dishonorably, we should not be surprised to learn that the rat is back on palestinian television, to serve as the purveyor of nightmares the jihadist haters of life need him to be.Wilderness Committee: Save Trees, Cut Down Israel.
Next time a kid comes to your door asking for donations to the Wilderness Committee, ask yourself if some of that money you want to give to save whales is instead going to kill a Jew.Below is part of a story by JR at Downtown Eastside Enquirer on the boycott of Chapters/Indigo bookstores. The Wilderness Committee below hosts propaganda for the www . new socialists. Hey, hang out with them, it's the same dirty thing.
de: Ernst Heinrich Philipp August Haeckel (* 16. Februar 1834 in Potsdam; † 9. August 1919 in Jena) war ein deutscher Zoologe und Philosoph.
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Will Heather be your pick?
I thought the Wilderness Committee was about saving trees, not cutting down Israel.
But it was on the Wilderness Committee website that I saw an announcement for Saturday’s launching of a boycott of Chapters-Indigo books. On the Wilderness website, boycott organizers were provided space to remind readers that Israel-supporters Heather Reisman and her husband Gerry Schwartz are the primary owners of this bookstore chain. And to warn customers that this couple is up to no good.
“A bookstore that kills?”, was the message scrawled on a piece of beige cardboard held by a twenty-something woman standing by the front door of Chapters in downtown Vancouver yesterday.More here:
http://downtowneastsideenquirer
We of the Covenant Zone meet each Thursday evening at the Vancouver Public Library main branch in the atrium outside Blenz coffee bar. Join us for coffee from 7-9 p.m. You'll recognize us easily. I wear an Israeli flag patch on my baseball cap. Hard to miss in this day and age.
Happy Mother's Day
Happy Mother's Day to mom's everywhere, and a special Mother's Day greeting to my three mothers: the gentle, ever-helpful one I faintly remember from the days before I started going to school, the patient, persevering one who still found something to love despite all my teenage and college-inspired idiocies, and the current one, who continues to teach me through example and wise counsel, now passing on her gentleness and patience and wisdom to her grandchildren.As we look back on the changing roles and evolving partnerships imbedded in the blessing that is the covenant of Family, we can marvel at, and hopefully appreciate, how some things may change, yet some things never seem to change. Whether it was learning to tie one's own shoes for oneself, passing a big test, getting our dream job, finding our dream girl to marry, each accomplishment would be greeted with an affirming smile, and the eternal phrase, "I knew you could do it."
It is forever humbling to realize that no matter how much we learn about ourselves and our growing potential, there remains one far more insightful than ourselves, about ourselves and the extent of that potential... who seems to forever be one step ahead of us, engaged in a challenging dance of contradictions: tugging and waiting, talking and listening, granting a stage to allow the puppet to pull their own strings, and becoming their own puppeteer; giving advice and later asking for it in return, letting the student earn the triumph of becoming a teacher in his turn, and in so doing, establishing a harmonious balance to the experience of being human, indeed the very experience of being alive.
And today is Her day.
Thanks for everything, mom.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Bon-bon, Mon Amour.
So there you have it, me being a hep-cat, a cool daddy-o, a mature figure of respect among skateboard kid subculture, and generally seen as unflappable. But I have my limits, like encountering those who denigrate French culture without any grasp of its deep and enduring beauty and importance to our beautiful civilization. Then, when I hear those goofs slagging Racine, dumping on Satie, well, it's the gloves off, buddy, 'cause there's only so much a cool and easy-going guy will put up with. Don't like Durufle or Dore or Dufy? Ha!

But things are looking up, and I don't think I'll be fighting on the sidewalk again over a white Pouilly Fuissé vs. a Bordeaux pinot noir. Nope, it's looking good for things French as we see them.
What impact will Nicholas Sarkozy's election as France's next president have on U.S.-European relations? (2007-05-07)
| 65.06% | 7.23% | 21.69% | 6.02% |
| The relations will improve. | The relations will worsen. | His election won't have any significant effect. | Don't know. |
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OK, I gotta go look at Resnais' Last Year at Marienbad. Where's that remote? Ho!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Palestinian Kids to Stick to their Guns.
Ah, life-lessons. "Stick to it, kids, even if that means sticking to the walls and ceilings of a burning building." There must be exceptions, but on the face of it, one might reasonably conclude that Palestinian children should turn their guns on their parents-- and those who finance them and encourage them to kill their own children. It's a rat lesson: In the hubris of the tiny, no matter who else dies, Jews, U.N. and NGO workers, Polish tourists, who cares so long as one is seen at last as noticed. Killing their own children out of hubris. There's a lesson for all of us to learn, lessons from the past.It's coming back. "Don't trust anyone under 3." "Kill your parents." Tune in, turn on, drop out." All good life-lessons for Palestinian kids. Druggie- hippie parents? Anywhere else their kids would be losers; but in Palestine at least they might still be alive. Thanks to Left Jew-haters, the primitives of Islam kill their children for the sake of attention from the world's media. It's a rat show. Left Death Hippies bring this to us live, in our pizza parlours, in our dance-halls, in our offices and in our homes. Turn off the tube 'cause "You don't need a Weather Man to tell which way the wind blows."
Robert Spencer at Jihad Watch posts more on this story, as if we haven't got our fill of Muslim entertainment over the past 1,400 years already.
We meet tonight at the Vancouver Public Library in the atrium. We'll be there from 7-9:00 p.m. We sit outside Blenz coffee bar. Join us. This evening you'll spot me easily, I'm one of those wearing an Israeli flag patch on my baseball cap. Stop the rat-show. Show up and join the living.
Hey, kids! Mickey the Jihadist Rat will air again!
Reversing an earlier decision, in defiance of Fatah.
"Hamas TV refuses to axe contested kids cartoon," from Middle East Times, with thanks to MM:
RAMALLAH, West Bank -- A Hamas-run television channel has defied a Palestinian government request to axe a controversial children's cartoon in which a Mickey Mouse look-alike urges resistance against Israel.[....]
In the program, the Mickey Mouse look-alike named Farfur and a little girl urge resistance against Israel and the United States - along with stressing the importance of daily prayers and drinking milk.
****Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Jerusalem is in Israel
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The government is fighting an appeal by Eliyahu Yoshua Veffer, a Jerusalem-born Toronto man who wants to have the birthplace on his passport listed as Jerusalem, Israel.His request was denied in 2004, because Canada is among many countries that do not recognize Jerusalem, which is claimed by both Israelis and Palestinians, as belonging to either. Any passports listing Jerusalem as a birthplace do not add a country to the location.
"The international reality is that there is no sovereign (over Jerusalem) that has been recognized in international law," federal lawyer Sharlene Telles-Langdon told the Federal Court of Appeal in Winnipeg on Tuesday.
Allowing Veffer's request could be seen by some Arab countries as taking sides in the Middle East dispute, Telles-Langdon argued, and could lead to trouble for Canadians abroad.
She told the Appeal Court the government would have "some immediate security concerns" if Veffer's request were granted.
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The federal government allows Canadians born in other countries the option of listing their city or country of origin, or both.
Those born in Jerusalem can list either the city or their country - in Veffer's case, Israel - but not both. The United States has a similar requirement.
Veffer's lawyer argued the rule is an infringement of his client's charter rights. "His equality rights and his religious rights are being violated," David Matas said. "It affects his sense of himself, his identity, his view of who he is."
Ever wondered what a death cult in the post-Sesame St. era would look like? (And you haven't time to attend the MAWO hip hop festival)
UPDATE: I see this all has something to do with mimetic rivalry with the Catholics. I found this photo of Hans Urs von Balthasar, the great theologian, at Gil Bailie's:

UPDATE2: Dag sends me this link, to Der Spiegel reporting on the story:
A new black and white rodent has appeared on Palestinian television, and it's not the Mickey Mouse you're used to. This one teaches children about AK-47s and Jihad on behalf of the Islamist group Hamas.
Update: On Wednesday, after this story went live, the Palestinian Information Minister Mustafa Barghouti announced that the Hamas-affiliated television station al-Aqsa TV had complied with a government request to pull the show "Tomorrow's Pioneers" for "review." He said the use of a cartoon character to urge Palestinian children to fight Israel and work toward world Islamic domination was a "mistaken approach."
If one were to choose the imaginary creature most responsible for the rise of the Disney empire, Mickey Mouse would have to be high on the list. Now, the Palestinian militants at Hamas are hoping the dancing and singing mouse will be able to do the same for Islamist holy war.
A children's show which airs each Friday on al-Aqsa television, a station run by Hamas which broadcasts in the Palestinian Territories, now employs a singing, squeaking, dancing mouse named Farfour to connect with young viewers. But despite having a name that means "butterfly," Farfour is clearly a Mickey Mouse rip-off. The only difference being that this rodent is doing his best to transform show viewers into rifle-toting Islamist Mouseketeers.
"The people firmly stand, singing this to you. ... Its answer is an AK-47. We who do not know fear, we are the predators of the forest," Farfour squeaks in one episode while miming the throwing of a grenade and the shooting of a rifle. In another, his mousey voice warns: "Oh Jerusalem we are coming. Oh Jerusalem, it is the time of death. Oh Jerusalem, we will never surrender to the enemy, and we will never be humiliated. It is beloved Palestine that taught us what to be. And taught us to be soldiers of the Lord."
Monday, May 07, 2007
French and Canadian allies meet in Vancouver
I regret that I wasn't able to live-blog the results from France's presidential election yesterday, but I have a good excuse to explain my absence......I was meeting with some of the voters from that election.
It was my pleasure on Sunday to play host to two very wonderful and charming members of France's Blue Revolution, the populist movement founded in late 2005 to reclaim France's lost liberties. It was "La Revolution Bleue"s habit of holding regular meetings in France, that inspired us to hold similar meetings of our own, in public, here in Vancouver, as of January 2006.
By pure coincidence, a French couple who participate in that organization had, quite a while ago, selected our fair city as the site for their vacation this year; imagine their surprise when they subsequently discovered our existence, and the work we had been doing on their behalf.
They took the initiative to contact me, and our correspondance culminated in our getting together yesterday for a (regrettably wet) guided tour through some of my favorite Vancouver sites.
Our face-to-face discussions proved to be very emotional for me; I found myself thinking over our talk for many hours following our encounter, my mind struggling to imagine living under such conditions. (I offered a far more lengthy than usual prayer of thanks that night for having been blessed to be born in Canada) As gripping as it is to read newspaper headlines or blog articles (or blog comments) on France's problems, it is something far more touching to physically meet and greet people confronting these problems as an inescapable part of their daily lives.
Here it is, a full day later, and I remain deeply moved by the stories that were shared. Sorting through my emotions and shaping them into more intellectual patterns, I emerge even more committed towards acting as I can to be of continued service to the patriotic French in their fight to free themselves from the noose placed around their collective necks through the socialist dirigisme of too many years reign.
We have so many allies, and potential friends, in France. The conservative habit, exacerbated on blogs, of tarring all the French with blanket condemnations such as "they deserve what they are getting", does a great disservice to the decent people there trying to live rightly and justly.
The gracious couple I met most certainly do not "deserve" the ills that have befallen France, that is for sure.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Thank the gods for the MSM
FT.com / In depth - French turn out to vote in record numbers:
Following a huge turnout in the first round two weeks ago, the early signs were that voters would confirm that a new generation of candidates – both finalists are in their early 50s – had reignited their interest in politics.Man, I was wondering why all this excited talk about France in the balance. Now I see: it's just that baby boom idolization thing.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Hulot's Holiday Weekend
Ah well, I was young back then. My girlfriend looked like Anna Karina. '68ers were 20 rather than 68. Life was fun and so were we. I want to step back a bit and look at France in light to this election coming. Join me very briefly, s.v.p.
When I was 20, life was perfect.
We all had jobs, and we enjoyed them. Every day was a veritable fete!

Paris was beautiful. So was I.




And then, as I was ambling along, somehow it sprang a leak.
Things jumped to the future. With no warning!
My holiday was over, and it was the weekend.

"Oh, France." my girlfriend cried out in horror!

All I had was a gun and a girl. Even with friends like them I didn't want to face it any longer. "Let's get out of here before that woman gets elected," I screamed. Let's go home to America where that other woman is running for office, where we can live normally. My girlfriend and I felt deep relief at the thought.
I'm older but wiser now. My weekend holiday in France taught me much. Oh, thank God for Hilary.
Keeping busy while waiting for results in the French election
As we anxiously await for the results of tomorrow's French presidential election, here's a fun way to pass the time. We might as well get our laughs now, there may not be much to find so amusing come the dawn on Monday morning...(Hat-tip to Le Revolutionaire Bleu, with an apology: of all the thought-provoking articles of yours I've read over the last few months, the first time I link directly to you at Covenant Zone turns out to be for a silly piece like this one..! that's show-biz...)
Friday, May 04, 2007
French conservatives should not help France's socialists
"Resisters should not add their votes to those of their enemies who support Ségolène Royal. We therefore call upon all our partisans and friends to block the socialist candidate on May 6."
This story is a good excuse to bring back a certain video offering a prediction on France's likely future in the aftermath of a potential socialist victory in this presidential election.
Hold your nose and vote Sarkozy.
Segolene to France: vote for me, or else
The French Socialist party candidate, Segolene Royal, still trailing in the polls leading up to this weekend's presidential election , seems to have thrown decorum to the wind, by appealing to the same xenophobia that she has accused her opponent Sarkozy of playing to (and being guilty of).From Yahoo:
"Choosing Nicolas Sarkozy would be a dangerous choice," Royal told RTL radio.Yes, it is her "responsibility" to warn the French that there exists a veritable army of barbarian marauders poised to burn down the nation... a bleak fate only to be averted by pleasing the barbarians through the selection of a Socialiste to the presidency of France. Funny that no one asks her why such an appalling criminal element would seemingly welcome a Royal presidency... what is it about the socialist candidate that violent brutes would find so calming? If I knew that a thug preferred a particular candidate to win over another, I'd be more drawn towards the side that the bad guys are opposed to. But then, I'm not a socialist.
"It is my responsibility today to alert people to the risk of (his) candidature with regards to the violence and brutality that would be unleashed in the country (if he won)," she said.
Pressed on whether there would be actual violence, Royal said: "I think so, I think so," referring specifically to France's volatile suburbs hit by widespread rioting in 2005.
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A relaxed Sarkozy laughed off her comments.
"She's not in a good mood this morning. It must be the opinion polls," he told Europe 1 radio.
"She's finishing in violence, in a certain state of feverishness," he told reporters during a trip to the Alps. "When I hear her remarks, I wonder why a woman of her qualities carries such violent feelings. It adds nothing to the debate."
From Yahoo France, more of the socialist's hyperbolic last-minute campaign rhetoric, where she seems to predict a return to the dark ages should voters exercise free will in their selection process and blaspheme against nature by picking Sarkozy over her: [my translation from the original french]
"There remains two days to stand up (...) to seize your ballot (...) Stand up for a strong France (...) Stand up for light!" she declared, exalting, during a public meeting at Lorient in mid-afternoon.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Guilty Pleasures
"The greatest Canadians have already been much discussed. But who have been the worst Canadians in history?If this is a valid exercise it is because we value public life, a nation in which we all share in a covenant to create the reality and freedoms by which we live. No doubt certain vile murderers will get a lot of votes, but at what degree is evil just plain evil, of no profound interest? "Worstness" cannot be just or primarily a question of evil. It is more a question of the delusion and misadventure in leadership that comes with ego and resentment and, yes, a misapplied or poorly understood desire to do good.
Who have been the most wretched, the most appalling, the most villainous men or women? Who has had the most malign influence? Who should have been sent to bed without dessert? Let us know and why.
Besides, if we don't have lots of qualifications pointing to the simultaneous good/bad paradoxes of "worstness" (the great and mighty fall the most), how are we or The Beaver going to avoid the defamation suits if we dare to name the living?
I think we should concentrate on figuring out which politicos, artists, intellectuals, teachers, media and business people have had the most malign influence on our public and economic life... Pierre Trudeau (patron saint of centralizing bureaucrats, the CBC, Fidelistas, and postmodern victimary elites)... as for the great and fallen among the living whom we dare not name, how about a certain B. P. (First Great academic King of the Canadian History victimologists), J. R. (you gotta have a feminist who would constitutionally enshrine affirmative action quotas for "elected" office on the list, even if "worstness" may really be more of a guy thing), (and a "visible minority") D. "it's great that people are starting to believe the environmental apocalypse is coming" S.: the choice is yours.
There's Tradition, and there's Tradition....
Tradition, that's what we need. Back to the Golden Age when men were men and sheep trembled.
Here's a snapshot of Iraq today, Ames, Iowa tomorrow.
The aim of the "state" is to recreate a Sunni land in the image of Arabia at the time of the Prophet Muhammad, turning back the clock in a way that the Taleban tried to do in Afghanistan.
The puritanical movement enforces a rigorous version of Salafist Islam, banning men from shaving their beards, having short hair like American soldiers or even smoking. Men caught repeatedly smoking have their index fingers rammed into metal pipes and then snapped, while cigarette shops have been torched.
The rules have often been taken to absurd extremes. Greengrocers in the Caliphate told The Times they had been ordered not to sell bananas in public because they were deemed obscene, while for similar reasons cucumbers could not be sold next to tomatoes, which are deemed to represent femininity.
At the most extreme level, shepherds have even been ordered to cover the nether regions of their goats to avoid offending strict Salafist sensibilities. A doctor from Baquba who recently spoke to The Times said he always written off such absurd tales as rumours. But driving in a shared taxi through a village near the provincial capital of Diyala he saw a goat wearing boxer shorts and started laughing.
"The other passengers told me to shut up, or it could cost me my life," he said.
Edicts have also been issued banning the use of ice, as the Prophet would not have had access to chilled water. While seemingly ridiculous, the rules are often enforced by brutal extremists who fail to see the absurd side of their regime.
http://www.timesonline.co.ukThere's tradition and then there's tradition. Let's make sure we cover it rightly so as not to offend our own sense of right and wrong. "Traditional" culture is all too often a thin cover for the worst excesses of the entrenched power of primitives who will not give up their terroristic hold on the lives of the primitives they control. All that will rip the strangling hand of the reactionaries from the throats of the peasants and folks like me is Force. One cannot and should not reason with savages who hold the lives of million, even billions, or even one man in the death grip of slavery. "Behead those who insult Socrates."
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
French presidential debate: Emotion vs Intellect
I’ve just watched the two-hours-plus televised debate between French presidential candidates Nicolas Sarkozy and Segolene Royal. Here are some initial reactions from a tired mind:Sarkozy impressed me, Segolene depressed me... royally. God help the French Republique should she win its presidency following the second round of their election! I can't see how any nation could survive such a person as their steward for five long years, let alone today's France with today's problems in today's world.
This debate might as well have been between intellect and emotion as between two politicians. Sarkozy was wall-to-wall facts and figures, Segolene was nothing but "feelings" and platitudes. Which seemed to get the socialist's goat every once in while; more on that in a moment.
Watching the two of them discuss business and finance put me in mind of the old stereotype of a woman driver talking with her auto mechanic, the driver saying that she hears a funny clicking sound coming from under the hood, while the mechanic goes to great pains to describe how her engine works, specifying that the problem is with the carburetor, concluding with a long list of payment options for getting it replaced.
Throughout the debate, the socialist Segolene Royal was emotional, undisciplined, and lacking in self-control, to an unsettling degree. Meanwhile Nicolas Sarkozy, presented a calm, cool, and very self-controlled contrast.
The debate format allowed for both candidates to address each other directly, within topical bounds established by the debate's two moderators (although the socialist candidate started off demonstrating an inability to focus on the topics at hand, it took her half the debate to learn how to stay on subject). A pair of clocks kept less-than-exact account of how much time each candidate incrementally used of their 60 minute time period (Sego torpedoed much of this system's accuracy by talking over Sarkozy's time quite frequently, with the timekeepers understandably slow in turning his clock off and activating hers).
Sarkozy was clearly the better debater; an amusing tactic of his that made for some entertaining moments, was his recurring ability to slip in a stiletto-sharp cutting remark towards his opponent whenever she would interrupt him, delivered through either an impish smile or accentuated with those facile eyebrows of his ("she asks questions then doesn't let me answer them", "I'll answer that if madame gives me her permission", "I have too much respect for you, madame, to let you deceive yourself", etc) Sometimes his little sarcastic remarks would slip by under her radar, unchallenged from being unheard, other times it would noticeably tick her off, prompting a renewed (and unflattering) emotional outburst out of her, as she probably felt like he was contemptuous of her intelligence.
Which he undoubtedly was. Sarkozy went into detail, again and again, about the mechanics of how his proposals will work: where the money will come from, explained in a cause-and-effect description. Sego’s “cause and effect” was to have more “social dialog” and to “work with industry” in order to “launch economic growth above 2%”. At a later point, Sarkozy challenges a specific Segolene proposal: "what tax rate will you apply to fund that policy?" Sego's answer, “My tax will be what is necessary to bring about social justice", was about as specific as anything else she had to offer voters during the debate drama.
Segolene erupted into a particularly unbecoming and (if you'll pardon the expression) gauche emotional outburst at the 50-minute mark, over remarks Sarkozy made concerning integrating handicapped children into regular public schooling, accusing him of "immoral politics" over the issue (they disagreed over statistics on how thoroughly this was being done, and how important to Sarkozy it was that it be higher). Sarkozy handled the outburst with statesmanship and aplomb, toning down his voice in direct contrast to Sego raising hers. Final word on the point came from Sarkozy, before the moderators shepherded them towards a new topic: "I don't hold it [your outburst] against you, because everyone can lose their temper"... such polite contempt!
Also memorable was Sego using the terrible news of a recent rape of a female police officer to announce that women should be accompanied on their way home from work, and that subsequently she would not be reducing the number of government employees, to insure that these extra police escorts would be available. Sarkozy, at his turn, asks her, "are you saying you want female civil servants accompanied home each night..." (Royal, interrupting: "At night, yes")... "so we should have one civil service for the French public, and another civil service to serve the civil servants". His solution, he says, is to simply have fewer delinquents, and being tougher on sentencing.
The moderators began with an unintentionally revealing question at the very start of the debate. They asked each candidate, “to ease the tension” and to calm the atmosphere: "How do each of you feel?"
Royal: [smiling] “Very happy, thank you”
Sarkozy: [decidedly not smiling] “Focused, because a debate is very demanding.”
Emotion vs Intellect.
Tradition
First Bloom:
[p.48: When I started teaching in the 1950s] this American intellectual obtuseness could seem horrifying and barbarous, a stunting of full humanity, an incapacity to experience the beautiful, an utter lack of engagement in the civilization's ongoing discourse
But for me, and for many better observers, this constituted a large part of the charm of American students. Very often natural curiosity and love of knowing appeared to come into their own in the first flush of maturity. Without traditional constraints or encouragements, without society's rewards and punishments, without snobbism or exclusivity, some Americans discovered that they had a boundless thirst for significant awareness, that their souls had spaces of which they were unaware and which cried out for furnishing. European students whom I taught always knew all about Rousseau and Kant, but such writers had been drummed into them from childhood and, in the new world after the war, they had become routine, as much a part of childhood's limitations as short pants, no longer a source of inspiration. So these students became suckers for the new, the experimental. But for Americans the works of the great writers could be the bright sunlit uplands where they could find the outside, the authentic liberation for which this essay is a plea. The old was new for these American students, and in that they were right, for every important old insight is perennially fresh. It is possible that Americans would always lack the immediate, rooted link to the philosophic and artistic achievements that appear to be part of the growth of particular cultures. But their approach to these works bespoke a free choice and the potential for man as man, regardless of time, place, station or wealth, to participate in what is highest. It would be a sad commentary on the human condition if the brotherhood of man is founded on what is lowest in him, while the higher cultivation required unbridgeably separate "cultures." The American disposition [49] gave witness to an optimistic belief that the two universalities, if the body and of the soul, are possible, that access to the best is not dependent on chance. Young Americans, that is, some young Americans, gave promise of a continuing vitality for the tradition because they did not take it to be tradition.
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[50] I was convinced in the early sixties that what was wanted was a liberal education to give such students the wherewithal to examine their lives and survey their potential. This was the one thing the universities were unequipped and unwilling to offer them. The students' wandering and wayward energies finally found a political outlet. By the mid-sixties universities were offering them every concession other than education, but appeasement failed and soon the whole experiment in excellence was washed away, leaving not a trace. The various liberations wasted that [51] marvelous energy and tension, leaving the students' souls exhausted and flaccid, capable of calculating, but not of passionate insight."
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But the students who have succeeded that generation of the late fifties and early sixties, when the culture leeches, professional and amateur, began their great spiritual bleeding, have induced me to wonder whether my conviction – the old Great Books conviction – was correct. That conviction was that nature is the only thing that counts in education, that the human desire to know is permanent, that all it really needs is the proper nourishment, and that education is merely putting the feast on the table. At the very best, it is clear to me now that nature needs the cooperation of convention, just as man’s art is needed to found the political order that is the condition of his natural completeness.
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the impression of natural savagery that Americans used to make was deceptive. It was only relative to the impression made by the Europeans. Today’s select students know so much less, are so much more cut off from the tradition, are so much slacker intellectually, that they make their predecessors look like prodigies of culture. The soil is even thinner, and I doubt whether it can now sustain the taller growths.
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[54] my early experience of American simplicity had persuaded me that we were right, that we could begin with nothing, that uncultivated nature sufficed. I had not, however, paid sufficient attention to what students actually used to bring with them, the education that was once in the air that helped launch them. Most students could be counted on to know the Bible, that ubiquitous source of the older traditions. In America it was not filtered through great national interpreters, but approached directly in the manner of early Protestantism, every man his own interpreter. The Bible was thus a mirror of that indifference to national cultures inherent in the American method. Most students also participated in a remarkably unified and explicit political tradition that possesses one writing known to everyone and probably believed by most, the Declaration of Independence.
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[56-7] Passages from the Psalms and the Gospels echoed in the children’s heads. Attending church or synagogue, praying at the table, were a way of life, inseparable from the moral education that was supposed to be the family’s special responsibility in this democracy. Actually, the moral teaching was the religious teaching. There was no abstract doctrine. The things one was supposed to do, the sense that the world supported them and punished disobedience, were all incarnated in the Biblical stories. The loss of the gripping inner life vouchsafed those who were nurtured by the Bible must be primarily attributed not to our schools or political life but to the family, which, with all its rights to privacy, has proved unable to maintain any content of its own. The dreariness of the family’s spiritual landscape passes belief. It is as monochrome and unrelated to those who pass through it as are the barren steppes frequented by nomads who take their mere subsistence and move on. The delicate fabric of the civilization into which the successive generations are woven has unraveled, and children are raised, not educated…. They have nothing to give their children in the way of a vision of the world, of high models of action or profound sense of connection with others. The family requires the most delicate mixture of nature and convention, of human and divine, to subsist and perform its function.
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[58] The cause of this decay of the family’s traditional role as the transmitter of tradition is the same as that of the decay of the humanities: nobody believes that the old books do, or even could, contain the truth. So books have become, at best, “culture,” i.e., boring. As Tocqueville put it, in a democracy tradition is nothing more than information. With the “information explosion,” tradition has become superfluous… In the United States, practically speaking, the Bible was the only common culture, one that united simple and sophisticated, rich and poor, young and old, and – as the very model for a vision of the order of the whole of things, as well as the key to the rest of Western art, the greatest works of which were in one way or another responsive to the Bible – provided access to the seriousness of books. With its gradual and inevitable disappearance, the very idea of such a total book and the possibility and necessity of world-explanation is disappearing. And fathers and mothers have lost the idea that the highest aspiration they might have for their children is for them to be wise – as priests, prophets or philosophers are wise. Specialized competence and success are all that they can imagine. Contrary to what is commonly thought, without the book even the idea of the order of the whole is lost.
To paraphrase Allan Bloom, what we, as a single political nation, have lost in our openness to the idea of attempting openness to all cultures and traditions in our “multicultural” (i.e. shallowly ideological, imperial) society is a firm sense of our roots in a specific tradition that can guide us (as a single, self-ruling, "we the people"), to act decently and productively both among ourselves and with Others. This loss involves the need for a shared high culture that, on the one hand, can speak to universal truths while, on the other, remaining a part of our specific historical tradition and way of articulating the competing claims of freedom and equality.
When Bloom writes, “It would be a sad commentary on the human condition if the brotherhood of man is founded on what is lowest in him, while the higher cultivation required unbridgeably separate "cultures,”” he points to the fact that what unites us as human beings is a common origin at the beginning of human language and representation, i.e. the first human language from which all subsequent cultures have evolved. But the realization (suggested by a mound of linguistic, DNA, and archaeological evidence) that we must all share a common origin is not enough to unite us or to provide us a faith or ethical system to guide us in our daily lives. For our faith, hope and ethics, we need to belong to a particular tradition rooted in a history more proximate than our hypothetical shared origin. And yet our particular tradition, as is true with every national high culture, cannot but explore, in one way or another, what is fundamental or original to all humanity; what's more, every high culture learns, to this end, from study of, and competition with, other cultures.
At the common origin of all human languages and forms of representation, we were still many millennia away from evolving the means to make a distinction between high and popular culture, a distinction that well comes into being in the West with the classical civilization of Greece. Thus, what unites us is neither what is lowest nor highest in man, but what is most primitive, that which is the seed for both high and low culture.
Our common origin leaves its finger print on all of the world’s cultures and the outline of this print of that which is specifically human in nature – i.e. that which must have been present and novel (not animal) at the origin of human symbolic language - is something we should seek to hypothesize. This, indeed, is part of the mission of the discipline of Generative Anthropology. GA teaches that we gain much wisdom into humanity by thinking about our shared origins; but, as noted, what we all share is far too minimal to constitute a tradition or faith by which one may live. For example, nothing that is universal is a sufficient guide to understanding how best to organize ourselves politically. For this, we must turn to the laboratory of history to see what has worked in our past and to gain wisdom there about what might work in future.
One’s quest for the universal becomes a vain task if one does not have a way of bringing what one learns from other cultures, and from abstract thought, into some useful conversation with one’s own particular tradition. And yet the idea that we can make some syncretic system out of disparate world cultures, to guide our lives in a “multicultural” environment, has never born much fruit when it has been tried, as it has for some millennia now, amidst the confusions about what is same and different in various cultures, confusions that are created when disparate peoples are brought together under the thumb of the great multicultural empires of ancient and modern history.
In contrast to syncretic imperial systems, there have indeed been profound cultural syntheses that have evolved, over the millennia, as in the Western marriage of Athens, Jerusalem, and local (e.g. Celtic and Germanic) tribal heritages. But a slowly evolved synthesis that has been tested by long exposure to and conversation with worldly realities is not the same as the fanciful notion that an individual or collective genius in the here and now can put together a system that draws on disparate cultures and make this system work as a guide to life and what is fundamental in human nature and existence.
No great effort to build a rational system works, because we are not alone, living in egoistic bubbles of our own profound ratiocination. What we need thinking and culture for is to allow us to live with other people whose desires both mimic and clash with our own (which mimic and clash with theirs) in a dance over the terms of sameness and difference that cannot be delineated rationally for we are at root pretty much all the same but cannot exist together without continually asserting and living markers of difference, to effect both a division of labour and of consumption.
Peace, order, and good government require certain arbitrarily articulated signs, novel historical precedents and positions, around which differences may be exchanged as necessary. Any attempt to model this exchange in advance, to make it more rational, less arbitrary, will only create new understandings and somewhat arbitrary responses to the model, a learning process that will eventually throw the model into doubt.
What we need thinking and culture for is not to provide clockwork models of how to live together, but rather to give us the faith that we can always find temporary solutions to our unending human problems by building covenants that allow us to put an open-ended faith in our exchange with others, our co-citizens, without whom we cannot live in politically and culturally acceptable conditions, unless we think being ruled by bureaucrats, managers, and their ideologies (which tend to the totalitarian, especially under “multicultural” conditions) is how we want to live.
Only individuals who are rooted in and obedient to a particular tradition are suitable material for covenanting, or maximizing the possibilities of exchange. Only individuals who are competent to represent their tradition, that others might follow their lead, can hope to take the first steps in making the kinds of political compacts we need, either renewed compacts within our own tradition, or new compacts that may become necessary with representatives of other traditions in search of a successful synthesis with us, when such synthesis is possible (something that all the multiculti diversity lipservice in the world cannot effect by wishful thinking, for a new synthesis must provide real ethical, organizational, progress by way of expanding freedom of exchange; and much that some people hold sacred about their culture is not amenable to expanding human reciprocity, while some values that are conducive to maximizing exchange - e.g. those that constitute national identities - must remain culturally particular in nature).
None of this, as I say, is amenable to rational planning. For example, when one’s tradition values non-conformists, political outsiders, and exodus, as in Judeo-Christian ethics, one’s obedience to tradition becomes a paradox indeed; but in time, the difference between heresy and genuine renewal becomes clearer, if we maintain honest respect for the historical journey that allows us to better understand the origins and purpose of our tradition. Unless one is alive to certain moral imperatives and ethical possibilities, knowledge of which comes out of a familiarity with, or experience in, tradition, one cannot successfully bring them to bear upon the new political compacts or covenants that hope to achieve a greater order in both freedom and relative equality for all members of an expanding national community. That expansion of exchange can only happen with the wisdom that comes from study of and loyalty to a shared tradition.
High culture, to return to Bloom’s point about what might bring us knowledge and sympathy of other cultures, is, essentially, a commitment to identify with the victims, fictive or real, that are necessary to the production of any particular culture (see the understandings of high culture in Generative Anthropology). Any cultural or social order must create a system of differences around signs whose representation entails forms of both esthetic and ethical closure, a closure of both fictional and real events that defines what it is possible, at a certain point in time, for the community to allow and what it must avoid. Thus, for example, in high cultural tragedy we identify with the hero-victim as a cautionary figure whose demise warns us to defer our disorderly desires by loving the story and its victim, but to beware of loving the tragic folly enacted therein. The victim is not treated, as he is in more resentful popular culture, as a scapegoat to boot around.
But if the high cultural attitude identifies with the victim, it does not do so to the point of seeking to deconstruct or undermine the cultural order simply because this order is built, to some degree, on victims, on the fallen hero, the ethnic Other, etc., on the characters who must lose or die to make our shared story meaningful, significant. All order requires some form of difference, and thus, at any given point in time, a less-than-perfect equality (which is not to deny the need for us always to seek expanded reciprocity and new opportunities for the losers). To pull down our tradition because it does not meet some utopian dream of perfect equality is only to create a vacuum in which a more violent or primitive order, without much of a sense of tradition, is likely to take root. Instead of postmodern nihilism giving way to something worse (as with today’s “Eurabia”), we need a tradition that can renew itself by respecting its primary or original imperative to value love over resentful violence, e.g. through a loving respect for its own necessary degree of “victimization”, of social and political differentiation, a respect that acknowledges its own share of evil without undermining its own order and informed hope for an increased reciprocity in future. The “victims”, and not just the “winners”, must come to terms with their shared (original) sins and attempt to change according to the demands of a tradition in renewal.
If the high cultural attitude requires love of tradition, a desire to study, understand, and protect tradition, to add only what truly fosters and expands the possibilities inherent in its sacred origins, popular culture has traditionally (though not necessarily so today, when high and popular values mix in many different ways) existed to indulge (and thus help defer, if not as ably as high culture) the resentment that any tradition inevitably creates in those who, for whatever reason, cannot measure up - this is all of us at one point or another).
Low resentment, as Bloom suggested, is easier for people to share across the lines of tradition than is love for a particular tradition. Love is always for something particular, something that one must work to appreciate. Resentment has no proper object, since resentment, our unexamined “sense of injustice”, is always, to some unknown degree, a delusion about what it is that is causing us to feel resentful. The cause of our resentment is not so much the guy or the system we think is dealing us wrong (though it may be to some degree), as our inability to find in this world all the love, attention, and status, in relationship to the sacred, that our desire craves. We cannot all be equally proximate to the many sacred centers of shared attention. Any possible human order and freedom requires social differences: to love freedom is to love the difference in positions that risks becoming a scandal for our resentment.
When we consider compacting with members of some other culture, we must ask how much love and how much resentment, how much high and how much popular understanding they can bring to bear in negotiating a covenant that attempts to bond us together. We must first love what is particular to our own historical tradition: a successful marriage can only occur when both parties love something in themselves as well as in each other, a love that allows for them to negotiate differences in openness and honesty, in shared respect for some higher truth, so that the two may live together in a way that, in an unpredictable, open, negotiable, manner, will some day allow someone to successfully articulate a higher synthesis of the two partners, a success that will be measured by the willingness of various others to sign on.
We cannot be commanded to respect our others; they must partner with us in earning that respect, a necessity which requires us to be in touch with what is fundamental to our shared humanity as well as what is particular to our distinctive histories, a particularity which will not show us to be equals in all respects. Covenanting is at base a paradox of grasping to know what is same and different, a paradox that we cannot start to unfold until we try, in good faith, to expand the possibilities of our exchange, and thus learn about human truths through a culture or person’s relative success or failure in free exchange (an exchange which may sometimes have to begin with the most primitive forms of reciprocity, by providing predictable, if violent, responses to others’ violence).
Sometimes a true marriage cannot be effected between two traditions; instead, a conversion and adoption (or even death) where one party does much more to assimilate to the other, even if retaining some sense of difference, is the only way forward. Ultimately, history poses a fundamental test for everyone: what must be done to expand, not contract, human reciprocity? Sooner or later, this test entails eliminating from the world the more barbaric understandings of the sacred. If we lose the nerve and will to do this, we condemn humanity to death and destruction at its own resentful hands.
The spirit of non-judgmentalism that pervades our times makes all this – true covenanting or true adoption - impossible. We live in a time without much true and honest negotiation among traditions, but rather a deferral to high bureaucratic authorities to find ways, in non-smoking back rooms, to create temporary truces but not genuine widespread commitments to new terms of peace. Our so-called leaders keep trying to divvy up pies already baked, the fruits of the accumulated wealth of past covenants, instead of finding ways to bake better pies through new covenants.
Non-judgmentalism leads, eventually, to rule by the logic of lowest common denominators, to rule by the manipulators of resentment. High cultures, loves for tradition, can only be brought together by the careful work of covenanting leading to new syntheses and not by vain syncretic ideologies or religious systems. In the long run, “multiculturalism” will prove about as successful in shaping Canadian culture as syncretic Freemasonry and Rotary Clubs were in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. In other words, it will not provide the fundamental means by which future generations will put their faith in the political or ethical systems they share together as the basis for hope in the future.
It remains for those of us in Canada who value one or another tradition of high culture to come together, in the Covenant Zone, and hash out the makings of a new compact and synthesis in which future generations may put some political faith and hope.
This takes me to Gil Bailie’s thoughts on the relationship of tradition to our responsibilities to future generations. If we are to have a responsible culture it must, Gil suggests, be a culture bound to tradition:
The word "tradition" and the word "treason" come from the same root.
The very name "modernity" self-consciously used to describe the period of the last several centuries in Western cultural history clearly exemplifies the spirit that has dominated these centuries, and the "postmodernism" that has lately been offered as its sequel -- as it's name makes obvious -- is nothing more than the same spirit, in Shakespeare's words, having eaten everything else in sight, at last eating up itself.
The spirit that animates both these phases of our cultural history is an anti-traditional spirit, rooted in the assumption that liberation from the past is the key to happiness and progress. This "liberationist" spirit has fostered a remarkable degree of economic and political improvements, but it must be said that the most impressive of these are due more to the residual presence of a Judeo-Christian ethos than to the forces that have insisted on its irrelevance.
Slowly but surely, however, the underlying presuppositions of the modern and postmodern eras have led to a loss of cohesion and cultural integrity, resulting in a situation today in the West which is little more than licensed autonomy enforced with increasingly draconian methods, all aimed at neutralizing or penalizing the public presence of traditional religious or moral judgments: what Pope Benedict called "the dictatorship of relativism."
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I am even tempted to describe the belligerents in today's culture war as those who are primarily concerned with making the culture more congenial to their own impulses, desires, aptitudes, and preoccupations, on one hand, and, on the other, those primarily concerned with the cultural, moral, and spiritual needs of those who will come after them. I know howls of protest will be forthcoming about that; but I must say this is exactly how it seems to me.
The precise point I want to make is about the very nature of both tradition and culture. Both are received from the distant past, not concocted in the present or in the recent past. That is why we must try to resolve any differences between ourselves, our contemporaries, our ancestors, and our descendants in favor of our ancestors. Paradoxically, that is the only way we can resolve them in favor of our descendants. For what our descendants will most desperately need is an inheritance, a tradition, a moral, religious, and cultural patrimony that has the weight of centuries of affirmation, reflection, scrutiny, and living experience. Anything less ballasted than that will surely be washed away in the cultural tsunamis which are doubtless coming in the decades just ahead.
To hand on to the next generation a culture cobbled together out of the fashions and ideological enthusiasms of the last few decades is to betray them in the most irresponsible way, for such a culture is no culture at all, and it will do them not good.
Just a reminder: Covenant Zone meets every Thursday in the atrium of the central branch of the Vancouver Public Libary, 7-9 pm. Look for the blue scarves.