Monday, February 2, 2026

Experiments in Mystical Atheism

Even though I got a tremendous amount out of reading Brook Ziporyn's long argument against monotheism, I find it difficult to know who exactly I would recommend it to. The book is an odd combination of tones and subject matter.

On the one hand, as we might expect from a divinity school professor, he has written a deeply academic book whose language and references are likely to be totally obscure for most folks. There are in-depth discussions of Spinoza and Nietzsche, as well as long excursions on negative theology, Plotinus, Hegel, Aristotle, and most of the rest of the Western philosophical cannon. Ziporyn's wide range of breezy references mostly takes for granted that the reader has much more than a passing familiarity with this material. But, to make matters worse (at least from an accessibility perspective), Ziporyn's specialty is ancient Chinese religious philosophy, especially Taoism and Tiantai Buddhism. So he also discusses these traditions, albeit (in the main text) in less detail and usually as a foil to the Western authors. Together, this already makes the book a rather special case within philosophy or religious studies, as it requests if not requires familiarity with Eastern authors usually left out of the standard curriculum.

On the other hand, Ziporyn doesn't write as a standard dry academic. I appreciated the obvious passion he brought to the whole book, which in reality is more of a religious work than a strictly philosophical one. Ziporyn isn't just surveying the comparative terrain, but clearly taking a side and attempting to convince us that the Western monotheist tradition we've come to accept as inevitable is actually a complete dead end from a spiritual perspective. Indeed, his core thesis, reiterated exhaustively, is that the belief in a single transcendent God is precisely what blocks access to the real depths of spiritual life. While I appreciated this clarity (probably not least because I agree with it), the polemic style of the book might be dismissed by other academics. And even for a more general reader like myself, that style often lends itself to a repetitiveness and a soaring grandeur of mystical vision that make the book much less concise than it could be. Ziporyn doesn't write like a standard academic. But that doesn't mean he's a good writer or careful editor. Many of his nested clause-heavy sentences, with their inevitable parenthetical remarkations -- frequently filled with dashes and clunky words meant to mean what other words already mean -- leave the reader bewildered, lost in a sea of twisting prose that attempts, sometimes even with a modicum of success, to convey the surprising depth of a vision of the world that initially seems to bring logic to a paradoxical halt, but ultimately has the power to liberate us. If reading about it does not kill us first. I don't mind some style. But, I beg you, learn the craft of writing.

Nevertheless, while I'm hard pressed to think of someone I know who will genuinely enjoy this book, I found it absorbing enough to invest nearly 4 months reading it quite carefully. Ziporyn articulates many of the same conclusions I have come to in comparing the Western philosophical tradition to what I have been learning through my meditation practice and study. Since he states the conclusions forcefully and in detail, the book crystallized a number of observations for me, though in different terms than I might have chosen. The root problem with the Western worldview, as Ziporyn sees it, is that it regards conscious purpose and control as the ultimate category of explanation, the ultimate, and sole, source of meaning in the world. In the first half of the book, he traces this view all the way back to Anaxagoras's idea of Nous as Arche -- that the world is ordered by purposeful mind, a force which is categorically distinct from it.

Naturally, there are other ways to articulate this problem -- as the contrast of a true and an apparent world, as an assumed subject-object duality, as a privileging of identity and essence over difference, or even simply as the logic of the excluded middle. The advantage of Ziporyn's version lies in its directness. We all have an experience of the feeling of control and purpose. Our foot only moves when we intend it to. Or so we believe. We imagine a little person in our head who is the real us, connected, as if with marionette strings, to the body. Intellectually, we know this image is ridiculous, and yet we live as if it were true almost all the time. It's only with a lot of practice and retraining that we can begin to look through this objective illusion and realize that there is no 'inner self' who controls and decides. Meanwhile, if we fail to see how this illusion arises, we end up projecting it everywhere. We imagine that other people have little people inside them as well. And not only humans, but also, animals, weather, inanimate natural objects, my malfunctioning computer, and even corporations can be seen in this same way. In short, we are almost always unreformed animists who believe that the world is filled with unseen spirits. In fact, this illusion is so strong that we project it not only onto specific things in the world, but onto the world as a whole. And that's how we come to the idea of God -- a being who plans and controls everything the same way we think we plan and control ourselves, a universal spirit. So Ziporyn's A-theism is most easily understood as an extension and corollary of An-atta, the Buddhist concept of not-self.

Why is this belief in inner selves, whether our own or the universe's, such a counterproductive idea? The real problem is that whenever this belief appears, it closes the door to investigation. It gives us that satisfying feeling of concluding our chain of reasoning about why things happen. Instead of investigating how my little person came to form its particular will to move my foot, I simply assume that this being is somehow unconditioned, completely separate from the world, possessed of 'free will' and the ability to decide 'for itself'. That is, the personal Self is literally a personification of our ignorance of conditions, and, as Spinoza memorably pointed out, the will of God works the same way.

For example, if a stone has fallen from a roof onto someone's head and killed him, they will show, in the following way, that the stone fell in order to kill the man. For if it did not fall to that end, God willing it, how could so many circumstances have concurred by chance (for often many circumstances do concur at once)? Perhaps you will answer that it happened because the wind was blowing hard and the man was walking that way. But they will persist: why was the wind blowing hard at that time? why was the man walking that way at that same time? If you answer again that the wind arose then because on the preceding day, while the weather was still calm, the sea began to toss, and that the man had been invited by a friend, they will press on - for there is no end to the questions which can be asked: but why was the sea tossing? why was the man invited at just that time? And so they will not stop asking for the causes of causes until you take refuge in the will of God, that is, the sanctuary of ignorance. (Ethics 1, Appendix)

So the problem is not that the belief in the existence of purpose and control is 'wrong' because there isn't 'really' any such thing. The Self is an objective illusion. Like an optical illusion or optical effect, it doesn't disappear just because we know intellectually that it is not what it appears to be. Something, after all, keeps appearing, and keeps us projecting our ignorance of how we are constructed onto the world. The point is not that the Self, in particular, is not real, but simply that it is not the final word in every explanation. Indeed, the Self is just as real as anything, and none of these things are the final word, none of them exist self-sufficiently on their own. No thing, not even God, not even the thing we call "nothing", can be assumed as the ground of every explanation, because explanation and investigation don't need to stop. The world of experience isn't 'really' any one way at all, and the more we look at it, the more we'll find in it, not least because the looking is itself part of that same world. So the most important thing the idea of not-self restores to us is an openness to experience as it changes moment by moment. When we leave behind the idea of the single homuncular controller we unfold a much more fascinating, if more uncertain, pluralist world.

Similarly, Ziporyn's problem with God is not so much his putative existence, but the uniqueness of that existence. The danger of mono-theism lies not in the 'theism' but in the 'mono'. And the problem with believing in purpose and control lies not in believing that these categories exist when they don't, but in believing that they are the ultimate categories of all possible experience, that nothing can escape them. These beliefs are just a way of straight-jacketing experience at the outset, of deciding the answer before we begin the search. Instead of investigating the world we simply assume that it conforms to the divine plan, just as we simply assume that our will operates in an unconditional vacuum.

At this point, certain readers may be nodding along and thinking that of course this is correct. God and Self are not empirical concepts and we must give them up if we want to scientifically investigate reality. We moderns are atheists because we are materialists above all. But this is not at all what is being said here.

In much the same way that Nietzsche traces a history of nihilism that (surprisingly) begins with Plato, Ziporyn counts modern atheist materialism as a late-breaking form of monotheism. Ziporyn isn't a materialist at all, and his argument against God is not a corollary to a more general argument against spiritual entities that cannot be scientifically verified. Instead, as we've seen, he objects to the monotheistic God precisely on spiritual grounds. The problem with the concept of God is the way it makes the divine plan the central, unique, and ultimate explanation of how the world works. The problem with God is his monopolization of the spiritual world. The monotheist God creates everything from nothing and governs this creation as sovereign Lord. He is the ineffable world homunculus.

What goes unappreciated in this belief is the way that it requires a passive matter or world to respond to the creator's orders. Yet this is the essence of our idea of control, which requires a strict separation between controller and controlled, a strict hierarchy between the little person in our head, and the body whose strings they pull on. Modern materialism claims to deny the first part of this equation, while preserving the second intact, and this is what leads it into insoluble contradiction. Because what are the inviolable physical laws which govern the universe but a lingering form of God? And what is the supposed inertness of matter if not a relic of the categorical separation between God and his creation. Secular atheist materialism does not allow us to escape the problem of a single real world introduced by monotheism, but on the contrary compounds this problem into the rampant Scientism which dominates our current worldview. It is ultimately a form of nihilism that undermines the very assumptions that make it possible. Scientism may deny the reality of purpose and teleology and meaning all it likes, but where would materialism be without the concept of active immaterial laws that demand obedience from passive material subjects. Since we often hear the claim from secular materialists like Dawkins or Harris that monotheist spirituality is the direct negation of atheist materialism, and that we must choose one or the other, we might wonder what exactly we are left with if we simultaneously give up on both as ultimately derived from the same misguided root. What happens when we leave behind the idea of the necessary dichotomy of controller and controlled, of active mind and passive matter?

The answer, in Ziporyn's terms, is Atheist Mysticism. As befits a form of mysticism, this is less a particular doctrine than a way of approaching experience. The latter half of the book explores three Western thinkers who articulate distinct versions of what Ziporyn is talking about: Spinoza, Nietzsche, and Bataille. The idea is not that these philosophies are all equivalent, but simply that each of them explores what can happen when we remove the idea that the only source of order and meaning in the universe is a conscious control that transcends it. What really holds them together positively is that these are all philosophies of immanence, and hence forms of non-dualism. For fundamentally, what we give up when we give up the illusion of control is the illusion that we are separate from the world. And when we extend this giving up infinitely in all directions, as it were, and give up on that great Self in the sky as well, we give up the idea that anything is separate from everything else. We give up the idea that there is an inherent place or nature of each thing as part of a plan or order outside itself. In the end, we give up on the idea that each thing is only itself, self-identically. This obviously leads us to a pretty paradoxical place, because we end up saying that each thing is really everything else, everything it is not -- or, perhaps stated more clearly, that anything is a mode of everything together just as Spinoza claims we are all modes of being of God, that is, ways that God is.

With this observation, we can finally see the nature of the mysticism that results from removing the idea of purpose and control from the world. We really do find the whole world in a grain of sand. This goes far beyond the obvious (yet still important) realization that the sand is part of the world. Here instead the sand becomes the whole world, and the whole world becomes the sand.

One is then like grass: one has made the world, everybody/everything, into a becoming, because one has made a necessarily communicating world, because one has suppressed in oneself everything that prevents us from slipping between things and growing in the midst of things. One has combined "everything" (le "tout"): the indefinite article, the infinitive-becoming, and the proper name to which one is reduced. Saturate, eliminate, put everything in. (ATP, 280)

Strange as it sounds, this is what happens when don't separate the creation from the creator as the monotheist God requires us to do. We leave behind the idea that everything was created as a tool of God, to have a particular role in a particular plan he carries around like a blueprint in his head. And we leave behind the idea that the world is as it appears to us tool using chimps -- filled with stuff that, miraculously, 'really is' just what we want happen to want to use it for. In short, we leave behind the idea of an exclusive unity of the world, a transcendent unity that stands apart from it and organizes it. In its place we find an immanent and inclusive unity, one that includes all distinct and seemingly separate things as inseparable aspects of that unity, and sees that unity as necessarily expressed only within itself, precisely as those distinctions which unfold it without limit. The idea of an absolute infinity, an infinity that embraces everything, even its seeming opposite, even finitude. This is the mystical atheist vision -- a unity that can only be revealed as diversity.

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay

I believe I picked up a copy of this because I was under the impression that it was a graphic novel.  But while Michael Chabon has given us a great story about the golden age of comic books, this novel does not itself have any pictures.  Instead, it's an epic coming-of-age story told in the old fashioned way, although some of Chabon's descriptions of the two cousins' work in the nascent world of the graphic novel are so precise and evocative that we feel we can almost see the page.  Even though the book was quite long, I feel almost sad to have finished it, and to have left behind the romantic promise of Sam and Joe's youth and happiness for the complexities and disillusionments of middle age.  It was certainly one of the most thoroughly satisfying novels I've read in a long time.  There was page-turning adventure and swooning romance, but alongside it a depth of psychological complexity and a sense of social and political situatedness in mid-20th century NYC that made the fantastic possibilities and uncertainties of that bygone era seem almost tangible.  You might say that Kavalier and Clay are just like the super-heroes they draw, good men capable of improbable deeds.  But if so, they are cut from the superhero cloth laid out in The Watchmen -- men with flaws and backstories and limitations that sometimes overwhelm them.  

Wednesday, December 31, 2025

The Book of Form and Emptiness

The name Ruth Ozeki as somehow vaguely at the intersection of fiction and dharma floated through my mind for several years before I happened upon a used copy of this novel.  The connection between those terms is now a lot less vague.  Ozeki writes what we might call 'dharma fiction' -- something halfway between a simple story and a dreaded self-help book.  In lesser hands, I expect this would be a terrible combination prone to tumbling either toward the insipid or the preachy.  However, Ozeki somehow makes this feel like the most natural genre in the world, a story that doesn't shy away from overt message and teaching, without ceasing to be an inventive and page-turning piece of speculative fiction.

One of the great joys of the novel is the way it portrays ordinary, flawed characters with such a combination of clarity and compassion.  Aside from the memory of the mythologized husband killed on the first page, there really isn't a character who gets treated as a paragon of virtue.  Real people come in many shapes and sizes, but perfect is not one of them.  Every character here frustrates us with their mistakes, and some even tickle us with a tingle of dislike, but all of them, without exception, also naturally arouse our compassion as well.  I can't remember the last novel I read where even minor characters seem to feel completely real and whole, despite the fact that they are only lightly sketched and tangential.  

The other remarkable aspect of the novel is the canny way it shows us how we're creating a world that's driving us nuts.  Normally, one might illustrate this sort of observation through satire Infinite Jest or dark prophecy Brave New World both of which extrapolate our world into a near duplicate of itself that allows us to reflect on it.  Ozeki instead chooses to make her point by dividing it into the completely different, even 'deranged', world of Benny -- a world where our things themselves yammer at us incessantly -- and the absolutely mundane world of Annabelle -- a world of hoarded dreams and twenty-four hour incessant news apocalypse.  Both worlds are ultimately the same materialist samsara we live in.  But where the first sees it **too** clearly, as intolerably close and loud and chaotic, the latter doesn't see it at all, or only through the hazy veil of ignorance about what swimming in this water does to us.  Surely, there must be some Middle Way?

The Coming Wave

I don't feel entirely comfortable writing a review of Mustafa Suleyman's book about the future of AI and other disruptive new technologies because I mostly just skimmed it.  In my defense, it's one of those books that was essentially written to skim, the sort of long-winded business book that rehashes historical anecdotes you've heard countless times and speaks in vague but eminently digestible abstractions.  In a functioning market, all of these books would be reduced to the longish magazine article that comprises their core.  But how do you make a living on magazine articles?  So I will forge ahead with some comments despite my reservations since I did go through the whole book and I think I managed to extract the essential gist.

Sulyeman, as the founder of DeepMind, is certainly qualified to opine on the technology of AI.  This is not a guy you can dismiss as not understanding how the stuff actually works.  As you might expect from such a guy in our current moment, he is wildly optimistic about the technical possibilities.  He thinks AI will facilitate revolutionary new developments in many areas, particularly in biology.  To his credit, his technical optimism is based in concrete thinking about extensions of what these technologies can already do, not some pie in the sky thinking about what happens when a magical AGI appears on the scene.  

One thought he had in particular has stuck with me as a summary of this optimism -- his off-handed certainty that very soon, you will simply be able to prompt an AI to start a business for you selling things on Amazon that turns $100,000 in seed capital into $1,000,000 in profit.  This agent would then go out there and do some consumer research, incorporate itself, create a product design, arrange for some manufacturing, and list this new must-have item on Amazon.  Shocking as the example sounds at first, in a way, this optimism strikes me as entirely plausible.  After all, it would be great for Amazon if this existed, and we all know who is really running the show these days.  In fact, the description is pretty close to what already passes for "innovation" in entrepreneurial circles circa 2025, with the possible caveat that the things sold should really be software, rather than a physical product, because it scales better and has higher margins.  In other words, we've already created all the conditions that would require an agent like this to thrive.  All that remains is to automate a well known process.

What makes Suleyman's book more interesting than other breathless celebrations of the potential of AI is that he spends quite a bit of time taking the next step and examining the world such tools would create.  While you will have to consult other sources for a description of what might happen in the particular example cited, Suleyman discusses many ways in which AI tools could be used to undermine state authority, exacerbate misinformation, and entrench inequality.  So the book is mostly meant as a warning about how we need to adapt to the current moment and pro-actively consider some of these consequences.  Unfortunately, most of the solutions he suggests would require a highly functioning government or very broad minded technologists such as himself, and even then they would be difficult to implement.  And since he rightly feels that both of these are long shots, his technical optimism is the cause of his profound social pessimism.  Fundamentally, Suleyman sees these technologies changing society in highly disruptive and unpredictable ways, and he feels, based on our historical experience with technology, that we simply won't be able to control the impacts.  To many parts of our social structure will see every incentive to barrel ahead regardless of the consequences.  Businesses will see better profits.  Governments  will see better control.  Malicious actors will see better weapons.  And the rest of us will see what we have by now gotten pretty used -- enshittification wrapped up as shiny progress porn, an endless scroll of exploitation.

So we should give the book credit for raising some inconvenient questions about technologies the author has had a considerable hand in creating.  And perhaps we should not go too hard on our brave entrepreneur turned Microsoft exec just because he overlooks the only plausible solution -- a collective reckoning with those aspects of our technology that have already been working against human flourishing, and which look set to use these new tools to further flourish at our expense.

Monday, December 8, 2025

The Art of Asking Your Boss for a Raise

I've had various Georges Perec books on my list for a while now, so when I discovered this long story at the library I jumped on the chance to check out his style.  It's a droll sixties take on 'computational literature' which narrates, in a single 50 page long sentence, all the possible paths through the satirical corporate flowchart associated with the titular question.  While the lack of any punctuation or capitalization is off-putting at first, I found myself quickly falling into the rhythm of the text.  In fact, at some point it become a strange sort of breathless page turner, despite the fact that it seems mathematically impossible to write a good story given the constraints.  While the text is very repetitious, Perec's comic wit and timing turn every repeated phrase into a new punchline. After such a masterful display of making something out of nothing I'll surely be reading more Perec in the near future.  

So It Was Said

As a result of SPUDS book club I discovered that you can order Sutta Central's new translations of all the Pali Cannon materials via the print on demand service Lulu.  This particular handsomely produced little volume is a translation of the Itivuttaka, which consists of 112 short sayings from the Buddha, each accompanied by a verse commentary.  It's not the most compelling part of the Pali Cannon that I've read, since it's frequently just a list of things that are not helpful and things that are helpful in practice.  But there are some interesting and puzzling moments thrown in there.  My favorite was number 49, which describes something that might sound either insipid or tautological, but turns out to be incredibly profound: "And how do those with vision see? It's when a mendicant sees what has come to be as having come to be."

Sunday, November 16, 2025

The Rider

 I'm not sure where I discovered Tim Krabbé's wonderful little window into the world of high level amateur cycle racing.   I do remember it was suggested as a classic example of short fiction, and I can see why.  Krabbé, a journalist and former chess player in addition to a serious cyclist, narrates his ride in the Tour de Mount Aigoual.  It's a fairly short but incredibly hilly road race in Southern France that has occasionally featured in the Tour de France.  

This may not sound like a great setup for a story.  Just a bunch of fucking amateurs moving their feet in circles for hours.  But Krabbé manages to make it exciting and entertaining the whole way.  Of course it's a sports broadcast of sorts.  Who broke away from who and what the racer's strategies were.  This part alone is surprisingly entertaining, to the point where it almost makes you want to watch cycling on TV while eating a baguette and shouting allez!  But Krabbé's narration is also constantly interrupted with stories drawn from his own past and the history of professional cycling.  In other words, precisely the knowledgeable commentary you **wish** sports broadcasters provided.  

The really amazing thing, however, is the way the writing style captures the type of thoughts one has on a long ride.  I haven't raced a bicycle since I had one with streamers and the prize was bragging rights about who got to the end of the driveway.  But I have done some long riding and noticed how thoughts get incredibly short and repetitive when you're working hard, but then can sometimes take crazy flight into delirious daydream when the pace lets up a bit.  It's a real *tour de force* that you can read faster than he rode it.