There was once a man
who believed himself to be the paragon of the Modern Mind. He wore modern
clothes and he believed in modern things, and together with his modern friends
he found great joy in pitying all of those who came before—those of ancient and
archaic minds. Daily, this modern man saturated himself in the most modern
ideas; the most modern beliefs. Daily he would outgrow all that he had known
and all that he had held to, for no sooner had he come to believe in something
than that thing would grow outdated and silly, and he could not believe that he
had ever been so gullible as to believe in it. There were ever newer ideas upon
which to cling; newer thoughts and interpretations and ideas and amusements and
pleasures. This very model of the Modern Mind found this all perfectly healthy
and perfectly simple, until the very moment that his modern mind slipped into
thoughts of the future. “Why would I ever hold to this today,” he asked
himself, “when something better will surely come tomorrow? Why should I
subscribe to these fashions? Why should I read these words and trust in these
philosophies?” In this way, this modern man was transformed into the postmodern
man and soon enough it drove him absolutely mad.
I thought at first that this story provided an intriguing
first glimpse at the phenomenon of the Modern Mind, though I now realize that
it is crippled by one fatal flaw: The Modern Mind, as I understand it, has
never shown signs that it will ever obtain the sort of self-awareness that could
lead to any such revelation. It is continuous and cyclical, and shows no signs
of recognizing the tragically narrow precipice upon which it has been balancing for too long.
Now, that being said, an introduction:
I chose my title for this entire endeavor carefully, and
with great purpose: The Kingdom of God
and the Modern Mind. It should be obvious, then (thanks to the careful
placement of the conjunction in the title), that I am hoping to address two very different things; and these things on the surface should seem to my readers to
be about as separate as any two ideas could be.
There is The Kingdom
of God, which is one idea—and I would say a very good idea—and then there is the
Modern Mind, which is something else entirely. These two elements should
seem, initially, quite beyond comparison in the first place (like comparing the
value of water to the value of adverbs, or value of a dollar to the value of
philosophy). How is one to compare the inestimable glory of the Kingdom of God
to the borderline madness of the Modern Mind? Rest assured, however, these two
do indeed sit in relation to one another, and that relation is nothing more
than stark opposition. They are bitter, brutal enemies, one continually pitted
against the other. In this way it is very much like comparing two warring factions,
except that the competition is severely lopsided from the start: One is almost
indescribably great, the other is almost unthinkably little. One is strong and
without equal, the other is the very beacon of weakness. Perhaps most accurate
of all: One is the problem, the other the solution. One is a picture of the
symptom, the other a picture of the perfect body, as it will look after the
disease is defeated.
And yet, it is with this lesser, more insignificant force
that I must begin my exposition, for I believe that it is strategically
important to define the problem before one can even begin to consider a
solution. In the essay to follow this I will turn to the much more pleasant topic of the
Kingdom of God, and in subsequent essays I will address the present state of
things in relation to both ideas (hopefully
demonstrating the superiority of the one over the other), but for now I must singularly address the Modern Mind.
With all of that said, it may surprise some that I don’t
believe in the Modern Mind in the first place. The man who believes himself to
possess a Modern Mind may just as easily assert that he keeps a pet unicorn. I
believe the very idea of it to be apocryphal—but even apocrypha can be a
dangerous thing when it is held to.
Put another way, I believe that there is a modern mind and a Modern Mind (I hope that it does not need to be said, but just in
case: the difference lies in the capital letters). There is certainly a modern
mind, and it exists in a sort of “eternal present.” Every mind in existence is
a modern mind, but only inasmuch as it exists in the present. Every mind is more modern than all minds to come before; but it
is just as soon replaced by a still newer model, just as surely and regularly as the
ticking of a clock. The strange creature I do not believe in is the Modern
Mind. This is the mind that holds itself up as something unique; something truly novel. This is the mind that believes that it has truly achieved something
spectacular by way of its sequential supremacy over all minds to have come
before. The man of the Modern Mind exudes, what C.S. Lewis called,
“Chronological Snobbery.” If there is a single quality I would most eagerly
ascribe to the Modern Mind, it must surely be this.
I do not believe in this Modern Mind for the same reason
that I don’t believe in the strange chimeras of folklore: though I have
heard and read much of them, I have seen no evidence for their existence; in fact, I
have seen a tremendous amount of evidence to the contrary.
There is, as I have said, a modern mind, but there is nothing unique about it, just as there is
nothing unique about the modern gall bladder or the modern ear lobe. But—cries the believer in the Modern
Mind; the singer of his own praises—the
Modern Mind has been built upon the shoulders of generations of lesser minds!
Has it not proved its own worth? Has it not already accomplished great things?
In fact, the Modern Mind has proven only that its capacity for singing its own
praises has no boundary. The Modern Mind has shown that it believes so strongly
in itself that it has, in fact, forgotten everything else. The Modern Mind must by necessity stand as its own savior, its own messiah.
The Modern Mind denies the religion of its ancestors and
instead preaches the religion of modern science and modern sociology, believing that every poor,
unfortunate soul to have not been so blessed with our present state of
knowledge must have suffered from something terrible: an ancient and obtuse
mind. If only those ancient souls could have been blessed with our thoughts! If
only they had had the good fortune of abandoning their ancient and tawdry
superstitions in order to worship at the altar of the atom and the expanding
cosmos!
Chronological snobbery.
We all understand that there are tangible advantages to
living in our present age, but there is no doubt in my mind that possessing a highly evolved mind is not one of them. In thousands of years of recorded history I have seen no evidence of advancement in
either our capacity for learning or our extreme gullibility at believing in absurdities. We, the people of these highly evolved minds, still readily
believe, as Malcolm Muggeridge said, “absurdities in advertisements and in statistical
and sociological prognostications before which an African witch-doctor would
recoil in derision.” The Modern Mind, collectively, seems like a comedy troupe,
prancing around on a darkened stage, reacting to one another with utter
seriousness even as the entire audience roars in laughter at the truth of the
scene aware only to them. The Modern Mind is not aware of its own dramatic
irony.
But surely there is
some superiority to the Modern Mind over the ancient mind, isn’t there? The
ancients ascribed the unexplained to their deities; we to science. The ancients
allowed themselves to be ruled by the laws passed down by false prophets; we to
the progressive laws of men, evolving to fit the changing moods and morals of
humanity. But is there really any change here beyond nomenclature? Is there
really much of a difference between the modern laws of theoretical physics and
the gods of the ancients? When they did not fully understand the true nature of
the sun they called it Ra; now, as we do not know the true nature of particles
we called them quarks. What has really changed, but that now we may sit in
judgment without fear of reciprocation? We mock the ancient Greek because
he had the audacity to believe in a body controlled by humors rather than a
cardio-vascular system; we deride the philosophers of the 16th
century for their difficulties in believing in an Earth that moved around the
sun. It is easy to snipe at the ancients from our ivory towers of knowledge.
And yet, an honest observer should see clearly that the
Modern Mind is a modern myth. An objective student of human history should
assert—should admit, at the very
least—that the strangest thing about the modern mind is just how perfectly it echoes
the ancient mind. How the mind of a software engineer suffers and succeeds in a
way identical to the mind of a Visigoth; how a Texan and a Mongol share too
much in common to be coincidence. The scientist of today demonstrates no more
capacity for learning than his ancient counterpart, just as the drunkards and
womanizers of today are no more civilized in their drunkenness and debauchery
than the Persians and their harems. The Modern Man, thrown into the ancient
world, would find his reactions and observations identical to the ancient man.
That is the foundation of my argument—and I think it is a
sound one. But where, it is fair to ask, am I going with all of this? How does
any of this lead to something valuable? Only in the realization that there is
no place for the Modern Mind in the Kingdom of God.
The Modern Mind has no use for God just as it has no use for
mythology. The Modern Mind is an idolatrous mind, and its greatest idol is
itself. To the Modern Mind, salvation comes from within; the world will be
changed only by way of devotion to the Modern Mind. There is something new
under the sun, and that thing is the Modern Mind. Their mockery of the ancients
often rests on their willingness to trust in the divine, for they believe
themselves to have obtained sufficient knowledge that the divine may be
rendered unnecessary.
And lest anyone—especially the devout—believe themselves
free from the influence of The Modern Mind, rest assured: its effects are
almost ubiquitous. I am as guilty as any. All, at one time or another, have
been caught submitting to this force, and often in the most subversive ways.
How many times have we been fooled into the belief that the present moment, the
present age, is unique in history? How many times have we caught ourselves in
believing that our present political situation is somehow more important than
ever; the political climate more divisive than ever? That the wars are somehow
more violent or more common in our present age? That our morals have sunk to a
new low? That the wealthy have never been more greedy or the poor more pitiful?
How many times have we allowed ourselves to believe that we stand upon some
shining moment of great human revolution or destruction, forgetting entirely
that such seemingly crucial moments in history seem to arise every couple of
decades?
It is impossible to engage with others today without some
element of the Modern Mind manifesting itself. For those who are already
faithful, the Modern Mind tends to draw us away from a true understanding of
our own nature and our need of something greater. To the skeptic, the Modern
Mind exists to fill the great spiritual chasm of the soul; it offers hope that man
may fix himself, repairing the brokenness of both himself and his society.
Though man has been attempting (and failing) to do just that for thousands of
years, the Modern Mind believes himself uniquely capable, standing just on the
cusp of some invisible utopia.
But there is
nothing new under the sun. There is nothing unique about the present state of
man—it is just as beholden to human nature as it ever was, and its
manifestations have not changed. Man is neither better or worse than he has
ever been.
What, then? Is it really as hopeless as all of that?
It is not. It is certainly
not. For there is a cure to the Modern Mind just as there is a cure to the
condition of man. And that cure rests solely in the Kingdom of God.