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Verdi Requiem

Last night I was in a performance of Verdi’s Requiem with Collegium Symphonic. Gee, I’ve done a lot of requia lately, haven’t I? Maybe people are so fascinated by them because of their gravity. Or maybe people are just interested in death.

Verdi was an opera guy, so this Requiem is like stepping up to the edge of The Pit and looking in. It’s fiery in there, orchestra and choir blazing away. Then it all pulls back suddenly and it’s quiet. Really quiet. I’ve seen a triple piano in a Poulenc number before, but what is the singer to make of the quintuple p’s in Verdi’s work? That’s pretty quiet. Do you think he really meant it?

I actually found one thing that kept bugging me, and that was the ‘Dies irae’. If you’ve heard it once, you know it. Loud bass drum, choir at full volume, plunging into the abyss. I love the tune, but the words — day of wrath. It seems to me that one thing religion is good at is frightening people. You’d better be obedient, or you’ll be cast into the lake of fire. It kind of triple-p’d me off.

Which is all the more interesting, because Verdi was an agnostic (if that). People complained that he would even write a Requiem. So Verdi’s Requiem is that of an unbeliever. After all the tempest of the ‘Dies Irae’ and the joy of the ‘Sanctus’, the Requiem ends not with the promise of Abraham (as Mozart’s does), and certainly not with a lush ‘In Paradisum’ (as Fauré’s does). Instead, the chorus drops to a triple-p, and in unison sings only ‘Libera Me’. Free me.

Fantastic experience — the choir was really on, soloists were great, and the orchestra was gorgeous. You really have to catch one of these shows if you’re in town. You won’t have as much fun as I do because you won’t be singing, but you’ll still enjoy it.

You find cognac-swilling Goethe readers in the strangest places

I found a issue of The Improvement Era the other day. This was a magazine produced by the LDS Church — this one’s from 1966 — and it actually had ads. Can you imagine the Ensign today running ads?

This caught my eye — it’s on the first page. Check the tagline for this ad for ‘Great Books’.

Why the Godless hate these books
…and why the God-fearing find daily inspiration in them

We all know that Stalin in particular hated Volume 50: Marx. And atheists today can’t stand Volume 49: Darwin.

It’s the earliest example I’ve seen of the ‘Hitler and Stalin were atheists’ trope, still seen today, and refuted somewhat ably here.

That aside, it occurs to me how little things have changed in 50 years. Atheists are, and have always been, demonised by the god-fearing. But anti-book? What an odd accusation. It’s not the secular left that’s tried to burn and ban them.

Dawkins v God

I’ve just returned from a discussion held by the UWA Christian Union on ‘Dawkins v God’. It was enjoyable, and I thought the speaker’s characterisation of Dawkins was pretty fair. The usual old canards came out though. Dawkins is a fundamentalist. Hitler and Stalin were atheists, so atheism kills people. Science and religion don’t necessarily conflict (but then why the hell do they always reach opposite conclusions?). And as a bonus, Dawkins was wrong because the speaker didn’t like his vision of morality. Pretty thin stuff.

There was one special area where the speaker had some real trouble: Is god empirical or not? During the presentation, the speaker made two contradictory claims:

  • God can’t be examined empirically because… well… he doesn’t want to be, for some reason. Sort of like UFOs, he only comes out when no one’s around.
  • Despite the inability to examine god empirically, the empirical evidence for god’s existence is very strong.

So which is it? In fact, this argument lets the believer have it both ways; you can grab onto evidence that looks promising, but you’re covered when there’s none.

The empirical evidence for god is not strong. Prayer studies come up consistently empty, evolution is a better explanation than creation, and anecdotes about finding keys just aren’t empirical data. The speaker was leaning pretty heavily on the ‘historicity of the New Testament’, but even if the writers did write it just as it appears (which is what Mark Twain would have called a ‘stretcher’), it just means they wrote it, and not that it’s true.

My question, which never really got answered, was this: If you can’t use empiricism or science to study god, what are you going to use? How are you going to make sure that your evidence for god isn’t just whatever you want to see?

Is atheism falsifiable?

I was invited to a semi-formal dinner by a charming and gracious coterie of students the other evening. Speeches were made, dessert was had, and the wine and the orange juice were mingled in equal measure. It’s always a pleasure to have a few hours of conversation with intelligent people. My only concerns were keeping my forks straight, and not seeming to be the crusty atheist professor of university lore. I’m not all that crusty really, so I did okay.

But one student, knowing my views, asked, “Is atheism falsifible?”

I’d been talking about falsifiability in class, you see. In order for a theory to be scientifically valid, there needs to be a way to prove it’s wrong. In class I’d used the example of last-Thursdayism: the belief that the entire universe was created last Thursday, complete with buildings, people, and everything, mostly just as it is now. And if you tell a last-Thursdayist “I think I can remember stuff that happened before last Thursday,” they’ll say, “Those are false memories that were created in your mind at the same time as everything else.” There’s no evidence you can present that would disprove their theory. And theists often say “You can’t prove God exists, but you can’t disprove it either,” as though this was a strength. In fact, this non-falsifiability is reason enough to throw it out. If a theory isn’t falsifiable, it isn’t helpful.

So, is atheism falsifiable? My first response was “Atheism makes no claims, it merely asserts that the claims of theists are baseless.” Which is a kind of claim, so I wasn’t entirely happy about that answer.

When I thought about it for a few more seconds, I realised that there are many things that would conceivably falsify atheism:

  • God, angels, or supernatural beings could appear and allow themselves to be examined.
  • There could be a study that shows that some goddy practice leads to some effect, in such a way that only supernatural forces could be at work. Many such studies have been tried (for example, the healing power of prayer), but so far nothing has worked reproducibly.
  • Evidence of something having been created.
  • Any kind of reproducible phenomenon that could only be explained by resorting to some kind of supernatural force.

So far, such evidence has not been forthcoming, and I’m not holding my breath. That’s why I provisionally accept the atheist point of view. If such evidence comes to light, I’ll examine it, and change my view.

However, if this evidence were to appear, it wouldn’t necessarily drive me back to church. I’d still have the question of which religion to use. There are millions, and believers have no consensus about which one is correct because there’s no data to appeal to. Just another problem for a non-empirical theory.

The doubts of Mother Teresa

Book Of Iconic Nun’s Letters Shows She Was Tormented By Her Doubts In Her Faith

In a new book that compiles letters she wrote to friends, superiors and confessors, her doubts are obvious.

Shortly after beginning work in Calcutta’s slums, the spirit left Mother Teresa.

“Where is my faith?” she wrote. “Even deep down… there is nothing but emptiness and darkness… If there be God — please forgive me.”

Eight years later, she was still looking to reclaim her lost faith.

“Such deep longing for God… Repulsed, empty, no faith, no love, no zeal,” she said.

As her fame increased, her faith refused to return. Her smile, she said, was a mask.

“What do I labor for?” she asked in one letter. “If there be no God, there can be no soul. If there be no soul then, Jesus, You also are not true.”

I really feel for Mother Teresa when I read these writings. I no longer expect certainty, but I come from a religion where they constantly tell each other how certain they are that the doctrines are true. And this kind of certainty is difficult to maintain in the absence of good evidence. The wolves of doubt are always at the believer’s door, and it seems to me that they tend to measure their faith by how well they circumnavigate doubt, or (in more sophisticated thinkers) how well they’re able to modulate and accept the doubts they entertain.

This is something that religious believers (with a brain) will be grappling with for the whole of their lives. The sad thing about this conflict is how unnecessary it is. All it takes to resolve it is to drop one faulty premise — gods’ existence. Once that’s done, everything makes sense and understanding becomes possible. The Dostoyevskian problem of evil evaporates. The need to reconcile spiritual ideas with conflicting physical evidence vanishes. The struggle to keep up unbelievable ideas in the absence of solid evidence disappears. The exhausting need to sustain faith is over, and it becomes possible — at last! — to think rationally.

Of course, MT was heavily invested in her religion, and it would have been very difficult for her to drop it all. But she (and anyone else) could have done so. And then what? Well, she wouldn’t have been a candidate for sainthood, that’s for sure. But the acts of service she did (pace Hitchens) could still have been performed by an atheist humanist ex-nun. Or by you or I.

I expect this article to be of interest to some believers. Perhaps many will say, “Well, if someone like Mother Teresa had doubts about God’s existence, maybe it’s nothing to worry about when I have doubts myself.” But perhaps they should be asking this: Why do we knock ourselves out trying to keep believing in this pre-conceived notion of god’s existence when the evidence doesn’t support it, and when other good explanations are so easy to come by?

UPDATE: Was I right? Now the Pope has weighed in.

“All believers know about the silence of God,” he said in unprepared remarks. “Even Mother Teresa, with all her charity and force of faith, suffered from the silence of God,” he said.

He said believers sometimes had to withstand the silence of God in order to understand the situation of people who do not believe.

I suppose he’d take that reading instead of the reading I gave it: People who claim to believe in god are secretly faking.

I’m sorry, that’s rude. But no ruder than the many Christians who have told me “Everyone secretly believes, even if they don’t think they do.” I’d say the reverse is more accurate: no one really believes, even if they think they do.

Mother Teresa was a believer, so just about any evidence would have done. But it says something that with all her desire to believe, she couldn’t find enough of the kind of evidence that even she would find satisfactory. It’s to her credit that she recognised the silence, and to her shame that she wanted the letters destroyed.

The silence of god? How long does it take to realise that there’s nobody on the other end of that phone?

Deconversion stories: The void and the ramen

“If a man die, shall he live again?”

Words from Job. I mused them aloud at my father’s graveside one morning. Immediately my sister said, “Yes.” Let’s just say I was less certain. Faith was coming apart for lack of evidence, and I didn’t like it.

I always liked the Book of Job. The first part of the Old Testament makes some great promises: even if you get thrown in fiery furnaces or… um… get your hair cut off, you’ll be fine as long as you believe in god. And then when good people did believe in god and they burned up in the furnace anyway (along with their hair), then people had to write the Book of Job. You can almost hear the writers saying ‘Gee, it’s weird… believing in god doesn’t always stop bad things happening to you. It’s like the correlation between input and outcome seems almost… random.”

No shit.

The tacked-on ending was the most disappointing part. The book that tells us that good people don’t always get the goodies, ends up with Job… getting the goodies. Hope his family didn’t mind being replaced.

Dad’s death triggered a rather predictable resurgence of faith in me. I even gave a great faith-promoting eulogy. But the spiritual rush didn’t last long without evidence — I had come too far by this time — and so I found myself that morning at my father’s final resting place, coming down off of it.

Later one day, I pondered what it would be like to be dead. Not just a disembodied spirit, still aware of things and observing, but dead. Not existing. And not experiencing not existing because there’s no one there to experience it. Just not. Extinct. Mentally I recoiled from imagining it; religion was what I used to protect myself from this sensation. But I decided to press on and try to imagine non-existence. I imagined blackness, but blackness was an experience. I pushed beyond the blackness and finally… for just a few quiet seconds… imagined the void.

It was terrifying. Nothingness was waiting, everything would go on without me, and there was nothing I could do about it.

The experience didn’t prove anything, obviously. But just being able to imagine non-existence snapped me out of fairyland. Spiritual questions took on a new urgency. I no longer wanted to be fooled by comforting stories; the stories needed to be true if I was going to believe them. And if they weren’t true, I wanted to know it. What about Dad? He remained in the Church all his life, and never had any doubts, said he was absolutely certain. Had he wasted his life in something that wasn’t true? Of course he hadn’t ‘wasted his life’; he took good care of his family, and he was happy in his religion. But maybe knowing what’s true was more important than being happy.

Believers sometimes say, “You atheists must think life is pointless. If you die and that’s the end, what’s the point of it all?” But, post-void, I found myself valuing life a lot more because it was finite, and therefore precious. Except now I had to make life meaningful by myself. Life was cheap as a believer; it would go on forever, and in a much better place, so there was no need to make each day count here. And remember that dreary hymn that referred to this life as a “vail of tears”? Religion taught me that this life was a bad place, or at best inconsequential, just practice, getting ready to live in the better world to come. If you could just get through it ‘unspotted by the world’, that is. This kind of thinking makes people devalue life. People got killed in a war? That’s sad, but they’re still alive really. So no need to do anything about it. You’re not happy in your marriage? Maybe you just need to sacrifice your earthly happiness and grind through it, knowing you’ll be rewarded in the Celestial Kingdom after you die. And so on. Horrible, repellent thoughts to me now, but as a believer it made sense. What a waste. As an atheist, my life has meaning now. The only people I hear who say life on earth isn’t really all that meaningful are Christians.

And so I finally did something that, as a Christian, I could never do: I came to grips with the finality of death and the probable reality of non-existance. One day my brain, that organ of perception, will die, and my perception will stop. I will pass out of living memory. I don’t like that very much. But it’s okay. I’ve had more life than most people in history ever got. And I’m alive today.

The realisation hasn’t changed me much really, yet it has. Once I made an ordinary bowl of ramen. As I opened the little packets of flavour that they include to make you feel like you’re doing something, I thought on how one day I wouldn’t be able to have the experience of tasting ramen. I thought of generations of people who had died and were probably experiencing nothing at all. And then I experienced the flavour of the ramen, and then the sensation of feeling satisfied. All those deceased people couldn’t feel that. My father couldn’t. But I could because I was still alive. I tasted that ramen like I’d never taste anything ever again.

A bowl of ramen. Twenty cents. With the right understanding, even a simple thing can become transcendant.

Calling god ‘Allah’

The danger of being an atheist blogger writing about Islam is that someone will mistake you for a far-right blogger, like some hyper-aggressive LGF jerk with a berserk preputial gland. So, in advance, let me explain that I’m equally against all religions, and that any anti-Islam rantings of mine are not intended to advance the Glorious Conservative Cause of the Bush Dynasty for World Domination, nor as a thin mask for any xenophobic sentiment. For the record.

I have to get that out of the way, because the Keyboard Konservatives are all over this story:

A Roman Catholic Bishop in the Netherlands has proposed people of all faiths refer to God as Allah to foster understanding, stoking an already heated debate on religious tolerance in a country with one million Muslims.

“Allah is a very beautiful word for God. Shouldn’t we all say that from now on we will name God Allah? … What does God care what we call him? It is our problem.”

From the comments around the web (e.g.), it would appear that people do care what to call their favourite sky buddy. Never mind that this hits people’s always-touchy language buttons. It would be like calling your best friend some new name. I have a friend who changed his name his first year of uni, twenty years ago. (Hello, O’Neil!) But I still want to call him Steve. You could see how people would worry that their prayers would get misdirected, even to an omniscient being.

Naturally, for an atheist, what to call an imaginary being is rather a moot question. Theists have believed in many gods in human history. Here is a most impressive list of gods, all once believed in by many people, most now extinct. Time to add more to the list of Gods past. Let’s just call him (or her) nothing at all.

Well, we’re not too fond of you either.

So scary it’s funny! Or… so scared it’s scary!

Click for a bigger image.

Silly writer. Atheists aren’t to be blamed for all the world’s ills. It’s teh gheys.

I like how atheists are responsible for crime, even if they haven’t committed any. Anything’s possible with magic thinking! Still, I guess it does say that on money, so she’s got us there.

I’d love to discuss this in more detail, but I have to do the laundry and shopping — things that could only be described as ‘evil’. While I’m gone, a question for consideration: Is being an unbeliever all it takes to make a believer feel frightened or threatened?

Fallacy of the Day, part 2

The fallacy of today is Appeal to Consequences, courtesy of Michael Gerson.

What Atheists Can’t Answer
By Michael Gerson
Friday, July 13, 2007; Page A17

Proving God’s existence in 750 words or fewer would daunt even Thomas Aquinas. And I suspect that a certain kind of skeptic would remain skeptical even after a squadron of angels landed on his front lawn. So I merely want to pose a question: If the atheists are right, what would be the effect on human morality?

And on he goes for the rest of the column.

Well, perhaps atheism has some bad consequences, and perhaps some good, but this is irrelevant to whether a god actually exists or not. There would be many good consequences of being able to make hot pieces of pizza come out of my ears, but that isn’t a good reason to believe that this is so. I could also list some bad consequences of theism, but again.

And actually, yes, I would be skeptical if a squadron of angels landed on my lawn. I could hallucinate angels, or UFOs, or I suppose a good many other things. I’ve been wrong before. However, if the landing could be examined and verified by many people, reproducibly, then that would be good evidence.

Teaching children about religion

Only a couple of years ago, I would have been horrified if my kids hadn’t wanted to be active in the Church. Now, after my deconversion, I’ll be horrified if they do. I realise it’s a major flip, and it must be confusing for the little dears. Their mother is still taking them to church, and as I watch them go every Sunday, I feel a sense of dread. I think it’s the same feeling as the mom from that scene in Erin Brockovich. You know the one:

INT. IRVING HOUSE, LIVING ROOM – DAY

Another copy of those DOCUMENTS, now in Donna’s hands. She’s
on her couch with Erin, reading them. Outside, Donna’s two
daughters are playing in the pool. She reads the last page
and looks up at Erin, bewildered.

DONNA
An on-site monitoring well? That means —

ERIN
It was right up on the PG&E property over
there.

DONNA
And you say this stuff, this hexavalent
chromium — it’s poisonous?

ERIN
Yeah.

DONNA
Well — then it’s gotta be a different than
what’s in our water, cause ours is okay.
The guys from PG&E told me. They sat right
in the kitchen and said it was fine.

ERIN
I know. But the toxicologist I been talking
to? He gave me a list of problems that can
come from hexavalent chromium exposure. And
everything you all have is on that list.

Donna resists this idea hard.

DONNA
No. Hunh-uh, see, that’s not what the
doctor said. He said one’s got absolutely
nothing to do with the other.

ERIN
Right, but — didn’t you say he was paid by
PG&E?

Donna sits quietly, trying to make sense of this. The only
sound is the LAUGHING and SPLASHING from the pool out back.
Then, gradually, Donna realizes what it is she’s hearing —
her kids playing in toxic water. She jumps up …

DONNA
ASHLEY! SHANNA!

… and runs out to the pool. Erin follows her.

EXT. DONNA’S HOUSE – DAY

From the door, Erin watches Donna run to the edge of the pool
in a frantic response to this news.

DONNA
OUT OF THE POOL! BOTH OF YOU, OUT OF THE
POOL, RIGHT NOW!

SHANNA
How come?

DONNA
CAUSE I SAID SO, THAT’S WHY, NOW GET OUT!
OUT! NOW!!!

Erin watches compassionately as Donna flails to get her kids
out of the contaminated water.

Now surely that’s too dramatic, isn’t it? Swimming in a toxic pool isn’t the same as going to church. What harm is religion going to do them? The harm is this: religion kills critical thinking skills in people who are most devoted to it.

Religion offers a substitute for reason. It offers faith instead of evidence. Instead of teaching that something’s true because it’s well-supported, it teaches that something’s true because

a) the holy book said,
b) the man at the pulpit said, or
c) it ‘feels right’.

Psychological traps such as wishful thinking, anecdotal evidence, communal reinforcement, selective sampling, and confirmation bias are part and parcel of the religious experience. Their use is encouraged and rewarded by the group. With all these fallacies in play, religious devotion is going to hamper good reasoning and encourage fallacious thinking. And this will cause bad decisions along the way. What parent wants to see their children make bad decisions? Or what parent wants to hinder their child’s thinking skills? Yet this is what religion does.

So even though all the ‘golden rule’ talk is pretty innocuous, I sometimes want to grab my boys out of Sunday School, tuck one of them under each arm, and run out of the building to make the brain damage stop.

What can the deconverted parent do to help children reason despite the influence of religion? While it’s difficult for me not to be negative about religion (as you’ve noticed), on better days I use a more positive approach:

Teach reason. Learning how to examine ideas is a skill children will use throughout their lives. And it’s less controversial to believing family members than bagging religion to the kids. When Youngest Boy asks, “Do you think the Golden Plates are real?”, I like to ask “How could we find out?” I get them to think about what sort of evidence would be adequate, and what sources would be reliable. Sometimes I show them optical illusions, and I tell them about crop circles and Bigfoot, and how easy it is for people to be fooled.

It’s usually in the car that we talk about logic and fallacies. Yesterday in the car, the boys were arguing about something, and Oldest Boy said, “You made the claim, so it’s up to you to provide the evidence!” Once I blew on the lights to ‘change’ them, and when I said, “Look, it worked,” Youngest Boy said, “That’s post hoc, Dad.” And I thought, I must be doing something right.

I suppose I should add that I like teaching reasoning skills rather than teaching that Religion Is Bad because, you know, I could be wrong. They’ll need to work that one out themselves.

Teach religion. Under most circumstances, I’d fight hard to keep religion out of schools. But my kids’ school teaches a lot of religion, and I couldn’t be happier. Why? Because they teach everything from Norse myths to Hinduism. They go through Greek and Roman mythology, the lives of Catholic saints, and Australian Aboriginal creation legends. By presenting Christian fables as one set of stories among many, it naturally raises the question: what claim does this religion have as the ‘true one’ when so many other people have believed so many things? Why does Mom believe in Jesus and not Zeus?

There’s an added benefit to telling my kids religious stories: it inoculates them. Parents who raise their children without religious instruction run the risk of them contracting it in a world of infected people. I’ve seen a number of cases where parents do a great job of raising kids secular, but then later in life someone gives them a copy of ‘Mere Christianity’ and they think it’s the greatest thing they’ve ever seen. If they’d been taught about Christian mythology (and Greek, and Norse, etc), they’d realise they’d heard it before, and we wouldn’t get them in church saying “My family doesn’t know about the Gospel.”

So I don’t mind so much when the boys go off to church with their mother. I just wave and say “Bye kids! Remember to ask for evidence!”

I don’t envy their Sunday School teacher.

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