Revolt against the modern world

Numquam Fidem Amittas

May you never lose faith

Albert Bierstadt, Among the Sierra Nevada, California, 1868, oil on canvas,
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Pax vobiscum Amici mei,

                In the modern world, there is a constant struggle against the unknown. From all sides, our modern, Western society struggles to disprove every superstition, every uncertainty and in doing so, creates paradoxes and mental gymnastics; complicating the simple for the sake of not having to believe. This would be fine, however, if our society recognized this in the context to which it belongs, viz., the sciences. But to extend those same mental gymnastics to all aspects of society has wrought consequences that we are still suffering from even today.

                Last week, while walking on a college campus, I passed by the center of the campus where there was a large gathering. It is quite rare as there are not enough people to pool in this area, this being a small campus. Upon looking at this crowd, I decide to see what the fuss was about. There I found a religious individual, bible in hand, preaching. At first, I stood shocked, this being a college campus, but then the scene set in. Surrounding him were individuals not looking with intent or curiosity, but with mockery. One woman in the crowd lifted up her shirt and said, “You Christian boys just don’t get enough.” The situation made me feel bad for the man in the center. To my left stood what I could only guess was a female-male individual, based solely on the poor plastic surgery and the butch look. Across stood an individual who looked like they just walked out of San Fransico’s Gay Pride March. But what concerned me more, was how normal everyone else looked. They were college students, not protesters, not radicals, but normal people. I could understand the vehement behavior of the morally reprehensible, but from the Normal?

                Talking to one of the individuals in the crowd who wanted actually to converse, rather than mock, I found a reoccurring question, “What proof?” which from the first time was expected but, after an hour of conversing, never ended. There was an obsession with certainty, scientific certainty. The individual asked time and time again why anything esoteric or intangible matters.

               “Why is something beautiful? Why does it matter if something is good?” I asked myself. These are the kind of esoteric things that science cannot answer. Science cannot tell you what is beautiful. Beauty is a epiphenomenal attribute, something that does not lie in the physical plane. You cannot  touch beauty, any more than you can hear the color purple. You can touch, see, hear, and smell representations of beauty– but pure beauty– is not something you can experience with your physical senses. Beauty is an example of the metaphysical, something the modern world cannot comprehend.

              “Prove the Existence of God” we are asked, “Using what tool do you propose?” we ought to answer. We cannot measure using the wrong tools, and what tools would the materialist propose we use to study the immaterial? God is not a purely physical being; rather, God is beyond the physical. But enough excuses, what means should we use to prove the existence of God? Our metaphysical senses, our Soul, Reason, Empathy, Faith, and through Meditation. If you try to cloud those senses though, you are no more able to experience the metaphysical than a blind man is able to experience a Rembrandt.

              The modern world wants to solve this “metaphysical problem” quantify things that are unquantifiable and be certain about things they do not have the tools to prove. Modernists in the 20th and 21st centuries have attempted to claim that the metaphysical is non-existent, or at least non-important. In three generations we have been told that Centuries of Theologians, Scholars and Philosophers were all wrong. How can this be that in three generations we have eclipsed the wisdom of centuries? We asked for so long, “How did the universe begin?” and for centuries, millennia, we used the most plausible method we could invent with our knowledge: that God built the Universe. In the early 1900’s we invented a new theory: That God built the Universe, but all at once in a big bang. Since then, the first part has dropped off with radical secularization, and now Modernists claim that the Universe came into being all at once with no cause, and no force acting on it. There is no explanation. Modernists have since claimed that we needn’t ask questions like “What caused the Big Bang?” because everything began with the Big Bang. Personally, this falls short of making any sense, but it works for them.

               This kind of separation of the Physical and Metaphysical works only insofar as physical scientific research. But extrapolating this philosophy out to how society should work, in a state of secular skepticism and heartless doubt, we are left only with a world searching for meaning. People look for a reason to live and are told, don’t search for that, live for yourself. Some latch on to politics, to sports or to games to take their mind off the question to purpose. But asking those questions, such as “What is the meaning of Life?” is important. You cannot sum the entirety of life into a two-digit number.

               The West is suffering an identity crisis. On one hand, you have radical modernists who cling to their sole virtue of Sartrean Existentialism, trying to claw their way out of responsibility. And on the other we have their victims, normal people caught in the rabid crossfire trying to make sense of a world that has been purged of the Divine. And then there are those who cling to meaning and reject the existential childishness. Those who search for true objective morality. At this point in the West, it falls to you, and you alone, to rejuvenate the civilization that is collapsing all around you. But don’t lose faith, for you are more important than you realize. Without those fueled with Zeal and Passion, the world loses its meanings and purpose. Don’t lose Faith, lest the world fade grey and life become base. May you never lose faith. Numquam Fidem Amittas.

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