Fist and Faith wrote:rusmeister wrote:I can only refer to my previous post and everything else I have ever said in response to such impressions, which make the huge mistake of assuming that anything can be expressed in one sentence in single syllable words, while simultaneously dealing with every possible objection. When you say, "He was in love with his own voice", you make my point for me about having a final opinion on a man that you actually know next-to-nothing about. His enormous humility, of which you are in the dark, is the refutation of your statement. Complete thinking must take into account the fact that people may bring many different, and often mistaken or incomplete contexts to their reading, and so try to communicate as completely as possible. I can say "Jesus Christ is the Son of God". That is the central fact of the whole universe, and yet, because you don't accept it, it is necessary to dig through miles of false assumptions that have been drilled into us to begin to show that it is indeed the most complete explanation of life, the universe and everything - and when it is understood, it is far more satisfactory than "42". The statement is short and to the point - but it is useless to you as long as you have dozens of serious objections that need to be dealt with extensively. The brief and succinct "points" are of no use here.
It is
you who loves his writing. For whatever reason. And that's fine. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks; he does it for you. Excellent. I know the feeling. It's great!
But I do not believe Chesterton is the only person to have written about the kinds of things he wrote about. As I've said, I've thoroughly enjoyed the writings of others who have written about the same, and similar, things.
And I do not imagine he is required reading for those who want to become priests, or hold other positions, in the OC. I suspect the OC believes other people have written about what Chesterton wrote about sufficiently.
But
you insist that
Chesterton must be read. Nobody else can do the job he can. For almost five years you've been saying this. And people have been trying, and saying he is not for us the way he is for you. But you insist he must be read, and you will not have a conversation without him. It has gotten you absolutely nowhere. aliantha tried harder than anyone else has, but he doesn't work for her, either. But you insist he must be read, and you will not have a conversation without him. Everyone here, even those who agree with his basic assumptions, finds him unpalatable. But you insist he must be read, and you will not have a conversation without him. If you
must convert everyone here - and it seems you must, since you feel that speaking of other beliefs is trampling on yours - then you will never succeed by insisting that all must read Chesterton.
Is that not incredibly obvious?? You need to find others who wrote about the same things (again, I'm sure there are some) if you want us to read other people's writings on those things. It doesn't have to be "short and to the point". It just can't be written by Chesterton, whose style turns off everyone here.
As for "Jesus Christ is the Son of God" being the central fact of the whole universe, I don't believe it. It has nothing to do with objections. Yes, I have objections to
your particular brand of Christianity. (And many others. Even if yours
is the most correct, accurate, perfect, true one.) But I don't believe it simply because I don't see reason to believe it. Short and to the point, or long and drawn out, it really doesn't matter. I don't have the same ground-assumptions that you have. How long an explanation do you think will be needed to convince me that God - what you think is the first step in our Cause & Effect universe - can be uncaused, but the universe
can't be the uncaused first step?
Also, my worldview is more satisfying to me than everything I've ever heard about any version of any religion.
I had written an extensive reply to this on my iPad when Safari 'refreshed' the page erasing my reply. Many of us have no doubt experienced that sort of refreshing joy...
What I said was that there is nothing to say in the end to someone for whom truth is merely taste, for whom the final philosophy is "Whatever floats your boat". It represents indifference, rather than concern or love. We do not "tolerate" what we love.
It reminds me of "When Harry Met Sally" when Harry was talking about his various "girlfriends" and walking out on them and he said something to the effect that the sex means nothing, and Sally raged back at him "It means EVERYTHING!!!". So it is with truth.
I have tried to make clear that the important thing is not the man Chesterton, but the ideas - which I now express and are (to a great extent) mine. So dismiss Chesterton and respond to the ideas - for I am saying them.
When the old Liberals removed the gags from all the heresies,
their idea was that religious and philosophical discoveries
might thus be made. Their view was that cosmic truth was so
important that every one ought to bear independent testimony.
The modern idea is that cosmic truth is so unimportant that it
cannot matter what any one says. The former freed inquiry as men
loose a noble hound; the latter frees inquiry as men fling back
into the sea a fish unfit for eating. Never has there been
so little discussion about the nature of men as now, when,
for the first time, any one can discuss it. The old restriction
meant that only the orthodox were allowed to discuss religion.
Modern liberty means that nobody is allowed to discuss it.
Good taste, the last and vilest of human superstitions,
has succeeded in silencing us where all the rest have failed.
This is MY idea and I am saying it, yet when I say it, you say, "Why do you keep talking about Chesterton?"
I am saying this. ME.
I can express the idea in different words but there seems to be no need. It is clear as is.
But to you it really is a fish unfit for eating. You, who asked, "Why must we fight?; why can't we just acknowledge the validity of each other's world view?" it doesn't matter. My truth for me is as good as your truth for you.
Only it's not. It means EVERYTHING. Your worldview as thoroughly negates my expression of it as mine does yours. They are mutually exclusive and incompatible. There can be no ecumenism that involves the slightest concession of dogmatic points.
Now as to Chesterton the writer, that is a different kettle of fish. That is what I was responding to Orlion about. I do not say that you MUST read Chesterton. I DO say that you cannot possibly have an informed opinion of the man that a large body of factual knowledge and scholarship contradicts. So you've read a book (Or at least Ali has). That does not translate into an authoritative voice that can say that he is "bad" (what an indefinite characterization!) or even a Wal-Mart version of Mark Twain. You don't know about the Marconi scandal, you don't know about the letters from Wells and Shaw, you have read less than 0.5% of his works - and so you simply cannot come off with such pronunciations. The most you can do is say, "I feel that book (or chapter) was...". THAT I can accept. But to think you have acquired a complete sense of the man and so can pigeon-hole him is serious self-deception.
www.youtube.com/user/TheaterOfTheWordIn ... DR4XoU3KTs
(you can fast-forward to 1:26 if you want)
www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176028
Lines to a Don
By Hilaire Belloc
Remote and ineffectual Don
That dared attack my Chesterton,
With that poor weapon, half-impelled,
Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held,
Unworthy for a tilt with men—
Your quavering and corroded pen;
Don poor at Bed and worse at Table,
Don pinched, Don starved, Don miserable;
Don stuttering, Don with roving eyes,
Don nervous, Don of crudities;
Don clerical, Don ordinary,
Don self-absorbed and solitary;
Don here-and-there, Don epileptic;
Don puffed and empty, Don dyspeptic;
Don middle-class, Don sycophantic,
Don dull, Don brutish, Don pedantic;
Don hypocritical, Don bad,
Don furtive, Don three-quarters mad;
Don (since a man must make an end),
Don that shall never be my friend.
* * *
Don different from those regal Dons!
With hearts of gold and lungs of bronze,
Who shout and bang and roar and bawl
The Absolute across the hall,
Or sail in amply billowing gown
Enormous through the Sacred Town,
Bearing from College to their homes
Deep cargoes of gigantic tomes;
Dons admirable! Dons of Might!
Uprising on my inward sight
Compact of ancient tales, and port
And sleep—and learning of a sort.
Dons English, worthy of the land;
Dons rooted; Dons that understand.
Good Dons perpetual that remain
A landmark, walling in the plain—
The horizon of my memories—
Like large and comfortable trees.
* * *
Don very much apart from these,
Thou scapegoat Don, thou Don devoted,
Don to thine own damnation quoted,
Perplexed to find thy trivial name
Reared in my verse to lasting shame.
Don dreadful, rasping Don and wearing,
Repulsive Don—Don past all bearing.
Don of the cold and doubtful breath,
Don despicable, Don of death;
Don nasty, skimpy, silent, level;
Don evil; Don that serves the devil.
Don ugly—that makes fifty lines.
There is a Canon which confines
A Rhymed Octosyllabic Curse
If written in Iambic Verse
To fifty lines. I never cut;
I far prefer to end it—but
Believe me I shall soon return.
My fires are banked, but still they burn
To write some more about the Don
That dared attack my Chesterton.
You don't have to like him. But to pretend that he is admired only by a few narrow religious fanatics, to pretend that he has no appeal to the broader intellect, is to ignore not only his considerable influence and the praise he has received for it, but the existence of active support in societies that dwarf similar praise and tribute to an author like SRD.
www.chesterton.org/wordpress/local-societies/
And that is only in the US. I am aware of dozens more around the world.
Just Google "Chesterton Society".
Donaldson, much as I enjoy him, simply does not command this level of interest. That there IS such a level of interest strongly suggests that there is something to be interested in, as I will cheerfully concede for SRD and the existence of this site. But I equally insist it to be true for GK Chesterton. The issue of what those authors deal with is another matter, though, and I will not concede them to be equal.
What we have in common is that we have found authors that give us a lot and are worth our time, that other people do not read because the prose seems difficult or because they are turned off by a rape scene at the beginning of the story or whatever, and we would ask them to look deeper and not judge so quickly.
"Eh? Two views? There are a dozen views about everything until you know the answer. Then there's never more than one." Bill Hingest ("That Hideous Strength" by C.S. Lewis)
"These are the days when the Christian is expected to praise every creed except his own." G.K. Chesterton