“Only the
existence of the mystery suits the structure of the human person, which is
mendicity, insatiable begging, and what corresponds to him is neither he
himself nor something he gives to himself, measures, or possesses.”
_______
The “Argument from Desire”; this is the theme running through
chapter five, which is titled, “The Nature of the Religious Sense”. Starting
from chapter four, Giussani has been quietly building up to this, his first big
argument for the religious sense, as it were. The following excerpt is from
Wikipedia’s page on the subject:
“Expressed as a syllogism, the argument
for desire can be stated as:
Major premise: All
innate human desires have objects that exist. By "innate" we
mean those desires that are universal. The desire for food, the desire for
companionship, the desire to enjoy beauty are innate desires in this sense…We
feel hunger; there is such a thing as eating. We feel sexual desire; there is
such a thing as sex. It would be unlikely for a race of individuals to exist
who reported feeling hungry yet but did not possess food, mouths nor stomachs.
For every such innate desire in human experience (save one) we can identify the
object.
Minor premise: There
is a desire for "we know not what" whose object cannot be identified. We
are never truly satisfied…The second premise aims to articulate and appeal to
the concept of "longing" as expressed by the German term “Sehnsucht”
Conclusion: If the object of this desire
does not exist in this world, it must exist in another.”
Many things can be said about that excerpt. First, consider the word
“Sehnsucht”. In our human experience,
we come across feelings that can almost in and of themselves be called
religious; in my opinion, this “Sehnsucht”, this “longing in one’s heart for
one knows not what”, is right up there, eclipsed perhaps only by that mystical
experience that we refer to as “love”. We see the essence of this feeling
captured in Walt Whitman's closing lines to "Song of the
Universal":
Is it a
dream?
Nay but the lack of it the dream,
And failing it life's lore and wealth a dream
And all the world a dream.
Nay but the lack of it the dream,
And failing it life's lore and wealth a dream
And all the world a dream.
We will return to this in a moment, for now,
we turn to another aspect of the “argument from desire”: both the premises and the conclusion can be not just merely understood
but “seen”, felt and experienced in a much more direct way than similar
arguments for or against the religious experience. This why the argument is so appealing. This is also why
Giussani chooses this argument as his starting point, and after reading his
views on realism, reasonableness, and morality in the first four chapters, I
can’t help but agree with him. Let me explain why.
For the moment, let us cast aside the fact
that neither this, nor any of the arguments for, or against, God, has ever been
proven (or disproven). Now imagine that one day, someone finally manages to
construct a bullet-proof argument for God, one that establishes once and for
all that He’s out there. What we want this argument to read like? Personally, I
find religious debates interesting only to the point where I can internalise
them and make sense of them in my daily experience; analogously, I would have
trouble accepting any argument that didn’t strike me to the heart, that didn’t
resonate with every fibre of my being, that didn’t move me. If we managed to
reduce the unknowable, the unfathomable mystery that has haunted us since the
beginning of time to a bunch of words on page, then we would be, as Giussani
observes, “finished as race, with nothing left to do but kill ourselves.” It is
here in the book that the idea that has been lurking in the background of all
the arguments he has made thus far, finally comes to forefront. The argument is
simple; the religious sense is an experience that we’re after, not some
perfect proof that’s waiting to be discovered. So for me, the vivid picture
that he paints of man as a beggar makes sense because it’s something I can
relate to, it’s an experience that I’ve had. Maybe an illustration will
help.
Recently, while listening to a beautiful song
(Giussani mentions in a later chapter, “The greater the art, the more it flings
wide open, does not confine desire. It is a sign of something else.”) by the
Australian band “Youth Group” entitled “Forever Young”, I closed my eyes, and
really tried to be transported by the music. The song is about the transience
of youth, and the sorrow of growing older. As I listened to the words, I found
myself reminiscing about the years gone by, the friends I hadn’t seen in ages,
the moments I’d shared with loved ones, the amazing experiences that life had
sent my way. The good times and the bad; the ecstasy of being in love, the pain
of having my heart ripped out of my chest, the joy of reaping the fruits of my
hard labour, the crushing feeling that came with knowing that there were some
dreams that were never going to be mine. The impermanence of everything that I
had ever done, or ever would do, dawned on me. Through it all, I found that a
profound feeling of sadness was ever-present, almost overwhelming But it was a
sadness tinged with hope. As the song says,
“Can you
imagine when this race is run,
Turn our
golden faces into the sun…”
I wanted to go home.
I yearned for another place, another time, another world, and the sadness came
from knowing that I wasn’t going there for a while. Long after the last strains
of the music had faded, the emotions that it had stirred within me remained,
and I found myself asking, begging for more. I never wanted that feeling to
end; it was beautiful pain, and if that was the only way that I could feel
connected to my true home, whatever or wherever that may be, then I wanted to
feel that pain again.
So does the “Argument from
Desire” have its flaws? Sure, but in a weird way that seems to be the point.
Logic can be cold and distant sometimes, but this; this is something organic,
something that we can all relate to. Giussani points out that anyone who claims
to have never had a religious experience is, in not so many words, lying, and I
agree. We’ve all been moved by art, be it music, literature or paintings, and
the greatest art that mankind has ever produced is the kind that seems to be
reaching out to something higher, something that it is aware it will never
attain, but it tries nonetheless. We are pained by true beauty because it its
ever-reaching nature resonates with us and reminds us of ourselves. We feel in
our hearts that we are not made for this world, so isn’t it therefore
“rational” to consider the existence of the religious sense, of the great mystery?
“In
speaking of this desire for our own far-off country, which we find in ourselves
even now, I feel a certain shyness. I am almost committing an indecency. I am
trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which
hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like “Nostalgia” and “Romanticism” and “Adolescence”;
the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate
conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to
laugh at ourselves. We cannot tell it because it is a desire for something that
has never actually appeared in our experience. We cannot hide it because our
experience is constantly suggesting it, and we betray ourselves like lovers at
the mention of a name. Our commonest expedient is to call it beauty and behave
as if that had settled the matter. But all this is a cheat…These things—the
beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire;
but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols,
breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself;
they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we
have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”
- C.S.
Lewis
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