Fixity

“Why?” is a beautiful question, even though it terrifies most of us. A wise soul once said that the opposite of faith is not doubt but certitude. When we grow too attached to a belief and its perfect correctness, we disallow not only our own reexamination of that belief, which if it’s so perfectly correct should pose no threat to us and if it’s not, should allow us to become wiser and more faithful to our convictions; we also fail to show respect for the belief itself, if we are so fearful of its being exposed as wrong.

Standing fixed in a position of faith is only impressive if that belief can be defended in a calm, intelligent, reasonable conversation with someone who doesn’t yet share the same convictions. A shouting match or the refusal to discuss respectfully is as likely to convince and convert an unbeliever as punching someone in the nose is to prove that you’re smarter than she is if anyone’s questioned it. It’s more useful to ask, whenever any disagreement arises, whether one is genuinely defending one’s belief or just feels personally threatened. Egos so often get in the way of rational, logical conversation when we reflexively mistake the call for proof or persuasion of our beliefs for personal insults. It might be useful to remember that when someone asks for evidence of something we cherish as fact, we could give them the benefit of believing that they really want to know why we accept it as truth. A genuine discussion might actually lead to common ground.

It might also, if we let it, lead to greater insight on our own part. The dispassionate process of a logician is aimed not at debunking everything in sight but stripping away falsehoods and irrelevancies and fallacies to expose the facts in the matter. Truth can withstand all questioning. It trumps politics, rants, bullying, diversionary tactics, disinformation and pure human foolishness, if we dare to examine all of the input carefully and patiently and with respect for those who may have so far missed the mark. A reasoned and quietly stated truth will finally have more power than all of the smoke and mirrors that deniers propagate and cling to, or we will have to admit we’ve lost more than our own convictions.Digital illustration from photos + text: Zoanthrope

Liar Liar (This is Dire)

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Lying in State

I named the date

I stated my case

I sprinkled falsehoods

All over the place—

I tried to be honest

I tried to be true

But the actual facts

Never do, never do—

I told them whoppers

I gave them chase

But the truth is plain

As the nose on my face—

I just couldn’t help it

I let myself go

Let my epitaph read: Here

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Sackcloth and Ashes

 

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Contortionists all are we . . .

More Fun to Hate than Mediate

How we do love to boil our blood

And wrestle into controversy

Things that once were small and slight,

Warranting more, sure, our mercy

Than our spite or fear or ire,

But our desire to scream and swoon

Out-reaches wisdom to require

Tempests in every old teaspoon

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No amount of prettifying attempts can cover our darker selves . . .

 

Rough around the Edges

In the hearts of faithful men,

Sacred or not in path, a yen

For self-fulfillment will arise,

And if successful, choose a guise

Pretending prophethood and care,

Made up with clothes and wavy hair

And social graces and faint wealth,

To steal the souls of all by stealth;

Little is so rank and smelly

As to be a Machiavelli

Covered with the smooth veneer

Of love, charisma—to appear

Compassionate and selfless when

Inveigling your fellow men

Under a banner of religion—

Never was the night so Stygian

As when worlds were overthrown

Not for God’s sake but for men’s own,

And all while silkily insisting

Disagreement or resisting

Constitute cruelty and treason

Against goodness, faith and reason—

All while perpetrators ate

The fruits of conquest, greed and hate.