Friday, September 6, 2024

The Subtle Body

Let me keep this short.  Cyndi Dale's Encyclopedia of Your Energetic Anatomy is gobbledygook.  

I've been working with 'energy' in my meditation practice for a while now.  I can't tell you what energy is, but I can tell you that it is as real as any other phenomenon -- it has a repeatable structure independent of my whims that has a reciprocal impact on other structures I habitually take to be real like my thoughts and body.  To affect and be affected is pretty much the definition of reality as far as I'm concerned. So I don't think the book is bafflegab (op. cit.) because I think energy is bunk.  I picked it up in hopes of, well, better understanding my energetic anatomy. 

Instead, I got a rambling incoherent explanation of what energy is, filled with dubious metaphysical assumptions, junk science, and confused appeals to renegade 'authorities' (a contradiction in terms if ever there was one).  The most useful part of the book is the chapter entitled "Energy Practices", which lists out every different kind of 'new age' healing modality the author has ever heard of and provides a brief comment about each modality.  While I've only ever tried acupuncture, I'm quite sure that many of the other modalities listed here are very effective.  However, you certainly wouldn't be able to figure out which one is likely to be effective for you from this poorly organized and summary information.  This one is going straight into the cat bookstore pile. 

Sunday, August 25, 2024

Underworld

I believe it was a recent NYT article that insisted Underworld was Don DeLillo's masterpiece.  Since I vaguely remembered enjoying White Noise, I thought I would give it a try.  Unfortunately, at 800 pages it felt to me too sprawling and overlong to really fall in love with.  However, there are lots of things to like about the novel.  The writing alone kept me from ever putting it down.  Mid-career DeLillo seems to be completely in command of his craft; at some points the writing is so dense with overlapping voices and textures that it feels almost woven.  The plot too has so many threads and characters that intersect in various ways that, when you don't feel smothered by attempting to reassemble the plan of all this complexity, you can always let yourself drift from one splendidly drawn detail to the next.  There are even certain moments of sublime beauty that will stick with me -- the painting on the B-52s, the climax with George the waiter.  But in many ways I thought the book was a bit ... indulgent, a bit nostalgic and autobiographical in a way reminiscent of Ada.  After a while it becomes like eating too much candy at once.  Or like idly reflecting on the unity, or lack thereof, in our our own lives.  Certainly, there are worse things that indulging the nostalgic daydreams of an aging great writer.  But, then again, perhaps there are better things. 

Wednesday, August 21, 2024

A Canticle For Leibowitz

Walter M. Miller's retro sci-fi apocalypse arrived in the mail as a birthday gift apparently designed to remind me of my mortality (thanks EA!).  While I don't want to spoil it by giving too much away, I think it's fine to say that it tells the story of how all things pass away from a deeply Catholic perspective -- roughly speaking, the endless cyclic instability of the world is laid at the doorstep of original sin.  That said, one hardly needs to be a Catholic to read or enjoy the book (though some knowledge of Latin would have helped).  It's a well told story with a number of surprising twists that, despite its clear message, does not browbeat the reader like a pedantic allegory.  In fact, in the end, there is even a profoundly weird and rather subversive ray of hope for 'humanity'.  Just don't pick it up with the expectation of feeling comforted about turning 50.

Wednesday, July 3, 2024

Heartwood of the Bodhi Tree

Ajahn Buddhadasa was a pretty prolific writer, so if you hang around dharma circles long enough, you almost can't avoid hearing about his books.  This one came particularly recommended because it dealt with the always slippery concept of emptiness, or as the translator perfers, voidness.  In fact, though, Buddhadasa has not written a book on suññatā in order to treat some sort of special topic -- in his view emptiness is the very heart of the Buddha's teaching, and the only practice that really matters.  At first, coming from a Theravadan, this sounds surprising.  But as I've gradually learned more about the Thai Forest tradition, I've realized that the common denominator for this school is an emphasis on very open approach to the concept of 'direct experience'.  Unlike the much more systematic Burmese approach which gave us the now popular notion of 'mindfulness', the Thai Forest teachers I've encountered so far seem to be much less obsessed with maps of progress, and much less prescriptive of what you should find when you look at experience.  

Indeed, Buddhadasa's whole book is devoted to what you will not find in experience -- a solid and separate essential self.  For him, emptiness always means emptiness of self, though he makes clear that everything (including objects we don't normally think of as having selves) is empty of self.  The book then gradually unfolds level after level of how we can let go of the craving for "I" and "mine", the craving for self, that causes so much of our suffering.  It's really a wonderful simplification of the Buddha's method, and Buddhadasa's writing has a sort of renegade 'cutting though' edge to it that befits a guy who headed off into the forest to escape the bullshit of monastic politics.  So it's a straightforward book that you can hand to a beginner as a guide to making sense of all this emptiness nonsense.  But at the same time, the topic is so deep that I'll probably end up coming back to this one again for further inspiration.

Monday, July 1, 2024

The Lord of the Rings

I hadn't read Tolkien's epic adventure since I was 14, and as a result kind of thought of it as a kids book.  So I was a bit surprised when Ursula Le Guin waxed poetic about the quality of the writing.  And it turns out that while the Hobbit perhaps falls slightly on the young adult side, the remainder of the trilogy is not children's fare at all -- I simply happened to read it when I was a child.  Of course it's a fantasy action adventure novel with wizards and magical swords and whatnot.   But the writing is superb and sophisticated.  Tolkien is quite simply a master storyteller.  Le Guin remarked particularly on the rhythm of his prose at the level of the sentence and passage.  And there is something very pleasing about the lilt of the language that almost cries out to be read aloud.  But I was more struck by how well he manages the pacing and rhythm of the story overall.  These days, we expect that anything one might call a page-turner is apt to be just one long car chase scene.  Indeed, the films condense the novels in precisely this way.  Tolkien, however, really lets the plot breathe.  There are plenty of action-adventure scenes, but they are interspersed with long periods where the reader gets to rest and reflect alongside the characters.  The tension builds and releases, ebbs and flows on a variety of scales.  Even within the build-up to a dramatic battle, there are brief interludes of respite that heighten the contrast of the blow when it is finally struck.  The result is something that holds our attention in a much deeper way than just remaining at the edge of our seat. 

Friday, June 21, 2024

Losing Ourselves

 Knowing my interest in all things philosophical and Buddhist, my esteemed colleague and fellow former Target Ranger JW recently suggested that I might appreciate Sam Harris' interview of Jay Garfield.  In fact, I enjoyed the interview so much that I've now read the book that they discussed, and listened to a number of other Sam Harris podcasts (or at least the parts he makes available for free).  Garfield, a professor of philosophy and Buddhist studies at Harvard has written a lovely and accessible explanation of what the idea of non-self means, as well as what's at stake in the debate about whether we have a self.  About half the book is devoted to philosophical arguments against the existence of a self, and the other half to elaborating what Garfield thinks we gain in affirming that we are persons, not selves.  While this question of identity is the deepest philosophical water I know of, Garfield does an admirable job of presenting everything in terms that anyone can understand and appreciate.  In terms of writing, there's really only one slightly dense chapter when Garfield confronts various advocates for a "minimal self"; the rest of the book is a breeze to read.  So let's hope his little book brings the idea of non-self to a much bigger audience. 


Before we discuss the details, I want to mention some of the background that makes Garfield's approach uniquely valuable.  First, while we generally think of anatta as a Buddhist idea, aimed specifically at the Hindu concept of atman, Garfield is not himself a Buddhist.  Or at least, while I don't know how (or if) he self-identifies spiritually, he does not write from the perspective of a practicing Buddhist, and the podcast revealed that he is not even a meditator.  This is a book of philosophy that argues, like all good philosophy, that we should change the way we think about ourselves.  Because it's not a practical guide to seeing non-self, written from the perspective that, should you look long enough, this is what you will necessarily see or at least should see, it's much more useful in letting someone with a critical mindset approach this concept on their own.  The closest thing to this that I've found within Buddhism would be the simplicity of Tejaniya's teaching -- just try to be aware, and find out whatever you find there.  While just thinking that you are not a self may not change your experience as quickly or as deeply as seeing it 'firsthand', so to speak, this approach has the potential to reach a much broader audience (though maybe these days there are more meditators than students of philosophy).  Second, Garfield's definition of what counts as philosophy is refreshingly broad.  He's as happy to cite Chandrakirti as Hume.  Nagarjuna and Heidegger comfortably inhabit the same paragraph.  He clearly doesn't subscribe to our sad, modern, Western assumption that we should, in the name of 'science' and 'progress', ignore most of the philosophy done in most of the world throughout most of time.  Non-Western philosophy is about as enlightening a term as non-linear science and non-elephant zoology.  While for years I was certainly guilty of tacitly making this assumption, I have several shelves to prove that I've worked on rectifying the problem over the past 5 years.

Garfield centers the book on the distinction between a self and a person.  A self is the imaginary inner substance or individual soul that we often identify with.  It's the homunculus-like inner witness who watches the projection screen of the Cartesian Theater.  It's the thing that supposedly stands behind and possesses our mind and body and experience, while remaining separate from any of these.  We often pack all of our subjectivity, interiority, and identity into this fixed dimensionless point outside of time and space, separated from everything but itself.  By contrast, a person is a real entity constituted through interaction with the world.  Though Garfield doesn't put it quite like this, a person arises in the manner of a vortex -- it doesn't preexist its instantiation in some realm of Platonic forms, but is constructed and changeable.  While it doesn't possess the (putative) reality of a metaphysical substance, a person still has the ability to affect and be affected by the world because it is embodied in an organism, embedded in a world, and enacted in a society.  In fact, affection (otherwise known as power) is the only definition of reality that makes sense.

From the outset of the book Garfield draws the distinction between persons and selves, explains how no matter what terms we use this is not a merely linguistic distinction, and demonstrates how we often take ourselves to be selves instead of people.  Then he  spends most of the first half of the book critiquing the many philosophical arguments explaining why we must have a self.  It's a terrific survey of a perennial philosophical issue.  I found his arguments against the self to be cogent and convincing, but then again he's preaching to the choir in my case; it has been a long time since I (intellectually) believed that anything had an essence.  His takeaway image is that belief in the self is a cognitive illusion just like to the Müller-Lyer illusion -- even when we know it is illusory, we can't help seeing it this way.  

While this analogy provides a memorable shorthand, I don't think the word "illusion" is appropriate here, given its implication of a contrast between appearance and reality.  It may sound like splitting hairs, but I'd prefer to think of the self as an effect, like a 'special effect' in the movies, or an 'optical effect' like a rainbow.  These effects are as real and objective as anything can be, it's just that following the rainbow does not take you to a pot of gold.  As Nietzsche explained, the word "illusion" should simply be banned from metaphysical discussion.  Nothing is an illusion.  Or everything is.  But the middle position is an incoherent conflation of what we were hoping to get from the truth with 'the truth itself'.  Everything, including the claim I am making right now, has to be evaluated based on whether it is useful, or perhaps more accurately said, based on which one, which type of life, it is useful for.  Naturally, this is also how we should judge the question of whether we 'really' have a self or not.  While I think that it's fine to argue against the existence of the self on rational, logical, and empirical grounds, the idea that we're ever going to 'prove' something one way or the other here strikes me as faintly comic.  

So while I thoroughly enjoyed the first half of the book, I think it's actually the second half -- where Garfield begins to discuss what kind of world we create when we think we have a self, and what new kind we might create if we discarded this notion -- that provides the stronger 'argument' against the existence of a self.  Because when you start to think about it, you realize that it actually sucks to be a self.  The life of a self is completely cut off from everything else. It exists only as a pure subjective interior, endlessly beset by Cartesian doubt about whether its experiences reflect real objects, and endlessly questioning whether there is even any subject other than itself in this lonely universe.  Life with a self is life post the zombie-apocalypse.  It is another example what Nietzsche called the belief in an ascetic ideal --  a mode of living that preserves a 'pure' life only at the cost of diminishing it as far as possible.  To be a self is to shrink life to the transcendental vanishing point, which then suddenly acquires the delusion of grandeur we call 'free will' -- a will completely separated from its power of acting.  By contrast, life is a whole lot better as a person.  A person isn't isolated from the world and others but only constituted in its connection to them.  Like Simondon's individual, the person always has a milieu, a context.  Garfield points out how we often feel our best when we are immersed in this context during a flow state.  And he has an interesting chapter inspired by Vasudevi Reddy's account of the way persons are co-created through the reciprocity of second-person perspective dialog (as opposed to the solipsistic first-person perspective of the self).  His point is to show us that giving up on the idea of the self is not an impoverishment of our existence but a jailbreak -- we lose nothing but our chains.  

But perhaps his most persuasive reason for changing our perspective on how we are constructed -- admitting that we are constructed -- is that it has major positive ethical implications.  A self is, of course, out for its self.  It is exclusively, 'naturally', and pretty much by definition, egotistical.  A person, however, actually can't be completely egotistical, since it cannot exist alone.  People co-construct one another in a way that Garfield compares to actors in a larger drama.  While this does not guarantee the harmony the beautiful soul dreams of -- we are perfectly capable of constructing our self as the enemy of someone -- it does also open the door to the possibility of a kindness and compassion that are not based on 'enlightened' self interest.  Thus Garfield connects the idea of non-self to the virtues of the brahmaviharas.  If we accept that we are all together constructing the world as we construct ourselves, then we are apt to start wanting the same thing for all the 'other' non-selves that we want for our 'own' non-self.  This is not because we think they are just like us in being little copies of the universal transcendental Subject, but because we have ceased to be sure exactly where we stop and they begin.  Instead of desperately holding on to our little life, we find that if we give it away, we get a much larger life in return.  Nihilism overcomes itself.

Thursday, June 6, 2024

Tao Te Ching

I first read Lao Tzu's classic about four years ago, but, like a stone falling into the sea, it only made a tiny splash.  So I was surprised to find how much difference Stephen Mitchell's more sympathetic version made.  Though he doesn't speak any Chinese and calls his book a version of the Tao, as opposed to a translation, Mitchell, as a long time Zen practitioner, is able to make the spiritual advice of the epigrams shine through much more clearly.  Naturally, this approach risks projecting developments in 7th century CE China back into 5th BCD China.  But if this is what it takes to make the text speak to us, then I am all for it.  This perspective was cemented for me by some of Mitchell's comments in the brief interview printed at the back of this edition.

One other example: All these translations described the Master as a proto-fascist leader.  Chapter 3 reads: "The Master rules by emptying people's minds and filling their bellies, weakening their will and strengthening their bones.  He sees to it that they lack knowledge and desire and makes sure that those with knowledge don't dare to act."  I knew that couldn't be correct.  Lao-Tzu had to be talking about showing people what my old Zen master called "don't-know mind" -- the empty, luminous, infinitely open mind of realization.  Anyone who has had even a glimpse of that would understand what this "not-knowing" refers to.  So in my version that passage reads: 
The Master leads
by emptying people's minds
and filling their cores,
by weakening their ambition
and toughening their resolve.
He helps people lose everything
they know, everything they desire,
and creates confusion
in those who think that they know.