“Vanity of vanities… all is vanity” So saith the teacher, the King in Jerusalem.
- Ecclesiastes
No text has played so influential a part in my life, as the writings of the King in Jerusalem. Truth be told, there have been many occasions upon which I have cursed them; despised them; and just as the teacher considered the dead more fortunate than the living, so I considered the fool more fortunate than my own ‘enwisened’ self. This being the case, who is the fool here? What is it that I have really been chasing? For it would be dishonest of me to say that all of my striving has been in the pursuit of wisdom. Rather, I have strived after meaning, the availability and usefulness of which has always been of far more import than any ‘wisdom’ found there in. For this reason I have only but dabbled in the practice of religion (none but Christianity at that), and on all such occasions have I found it to be too plebian; too binary; and what it offers by way of availability, is more than negated by the platonic vulgarity in whose image it is cast. Thus it seems to me that MY wisdom is really nothing more than a peculiar sort of folly, one that is more palatable to a lofty and musical taste.
Now I find myself viewing humanity in similar terms. For if the quest for wisdom is a quest for truth; and the quest for truth a quest for meaning, (here it must be confessed that by far the greater part of all human endeavour has been devoted to it), then we must also admit that truth is as far from us now as it has ever been. Perhaps even further! For it is now fashionable to deny the existence of meaning at all, and to prostrate oneself before empty scientific expositions or the insipid political and economic games now so solemnly regarded as ’sacred’. The simple masses, once so easily swayed by the religious dogma of the church, have exchanged these chains for others they feel as a more comfortable fit. In truth, they were better off with an uncomfortable something, than the snug and pleasurable nothing they now so crassly exalt. For the spectre of old still looms large over them; triumphant, and now completely unchallenged. And this spectre, is our mortal coil.
”Suffering creature, born for a day, child of accident and toil, why are you forcing me to say what would give you the greatest pleasure not to hear? The very best thing for you is totally unreachable: not to have been born, not to exist, to be nothing. The second best thing for you, however, is this—to die soon.” - The daemon Silenus, companion of Dionysus
Thus did the daemon, said to be the wisest creature in existence, reply to King Midas when he asked of it “What is the best thing for all men?”. How much has mankind sacrificed in defiance of this answer! To be sure, even the unfathomable amount of gold and labour expended by the pharaohs of Egypt, pales in significance when compared to the other, more human and personal sacrifices. Sacrifices of personal sovereignty, personal pleasure, personal desire, even life itself! Finally, it seems that God also was not immune to this desperate impulse of sacrifice, and on the cross did mankind finally give up all it could. How can it be reasonably be supposed that all this was done entirely in the service of trivial, purely IMAGINED concerns? In truth, these sacrifices were the actions (misguided, certainly) of a people who understood the sheer profundity of our mortal coil, and the enormous significance of throwing off its shackles; of becoming master over it.
It is the major flaw of all the Judaic religions, that they have long ago abandoned this cause, preferring instead to install themselves as a type of legalistic and moral arbiter; a type of social service. In short, they became political bodies, not spiritual ones. If we say that Buddhism does not truly resemble a religion, it is only because it has not concerned itself with these ’affairs of man’, and has maintained throughout an almost exclusive interest with the quest for meaning (truth). Hence, when we consider the life of the noble Hebrew named Jesus, what we see is something more akin to a Buddhist mode of living (although perhaps we might say his life was more human than the Buddhist, who himself makes a sacrifice of desire and passion), than what could properly be called a ‘Christian’ one.
For truth be told, none of the Judaic religions espouse a mastery over death, but rather a complete denial of it. The invocation of eternal life (which is also to say, inconceivable and meaningless life) is nothing but the most supreme form of ignorance. That is to say, it is nothing more than a willful ignoring of the fundamentally finite and limited nature of existence; of understanding. One of the most profound implications of Kant’s most famous work, is that we could not understand or experience anything if time held no meaning. As such, ”eternal life” is a logical contradiction; ”eternal life” would be a complete lack of experience; such an ”eternal life” would be nothing more than death in any case. This is how such a belief leads one to the denial of life, even a contempt for it, and there is almost certainly a hereditary link between this mode of thought, and the prevailing nihilistic bent that is so obvious in the so-called ‘secular’ world.
The “conquering of death” that was achieved by Jesus, and which was to have such a profound effect on his followers, was not any type of “life after death” (this is something of a misnomer, for what is really meant is a ”life after life”), but a victory of life OVER death. A taming and a mastery of our mortal coil: a mastery of death, and hence, a mastery of life. TO SEE LIFE WITHOUT DEATH AS MEANINGLESS! This is to turn the spectre of mortality on its head completely, and anyone who can do so, is already on the path to a most supreme type of mastery.
It is not, however, everyone’s lot to realize such a monumental truth. And to them, perhaps, the feeble games at which they play may indeed be a truth of sorts: it will never be a masterful truth however, it can never be anything of the sort. But just as one cannot truly know what it is to be victorious, without knowing what it is to be defeated; one cannot truly know what it is to be a master, without knowing what it is to be a slave. For this reason, I am grateful for my greatest folly; the years in which I was enthrall to the ”vanity of vanities”. This most imperious foolishness, has served to bring about my greatest wisdom, and with it, my greatest freedom.