4. Just because we
learn of one more way that we could die doesn’t mean we have to fall to
pieces over it.
When people wonder aloud, “How should we live in an atomic
age?” one could reply that we live now as we would in any other age: as
Londoners did 500 years ago when the plague ravaged the city annually, or
as northern Europeans might have during the Viking Age when your village
was ripe for pillaging and plundering. Let’s not be so myopic as to assume
our own time is the only that has lived in the shadow of death, or that we
would all escape premature or painful deaths if atomic weapons were
suddenly eliminated.
Lest we forget, the atomic age in which we live is also the
age of cancer, paralysis, train wrecks, and car accidents. Many of us will
die untimely, uncomfortable deaths.
So as we learn of yet another way in which we could die, it
would be silly to allow it to depress us so severely, and to remain
fearfully huddled in a corner. We must live life as we always have, as best
we can. Should a bomb fall on us, let’s hope it falls upon people doing
things people have always done: praying, cooking, enjoying music, reading a
book, playing with the kids, catching up with friends at the pub—not
frantically obsessing over bombs.
“It is not the death of individuals that we fear most,” one
might offer in rebuttal, “but the annihilation of an entire civilization.”
But what, one wonders, was such a person’s understanding of civilization
before atomic weapons? What was the purpose of preserving humanity? Whether
or not a bomb wipes out civilization is a far less important question than the
reasons why one would want to preserve it.
If we believe, as a growing number of people do, that Nature
is all there is, and that the universe itself is an accident—a random
arrangement of atoms constantly smashing into one another—then it matters
very little whether civilizations rise or fall, whether humanity survives
or is utterly obliterated. Our attempts at saving civilization are thwarted
by the ultimate meaninglessness of the universe.
In response to this state of affairs, you have a few options
at your disposal: You could kill yourself, you could grab for what
pleasures you can, or you could rebel against the meaninglessness of life
by living as if your life does have meaning and that your decisions do
matter.
Most of us resign ourselves to a series of uncomfortable
vacillations between the second option of indulging pleasures and the third
option of rebelling against a blind, impersonal universe by being as good
and rational as we know how. The third option is far better than the second
(and the first), but ultimately both strategies are shattered by the
incongruity between our hearts and Nature. We are using our standards of
judgment and imposing them on a universe that doesn’t care. If our
standards are from a meaningless universe, then they are just as
meaningless.
But what if our standards are somehow pulling from another
source—a source beyond the material universe? Naturalism will never repair
the disconnect between heart and Nature. Our sense that kindness, love,
beauty, and rationality matter, that we do exercise free will, and that we are
capable of saying true things is so strong that it is jarring to resign
ourselves to ultimate meaninglessness. If it is truly meaningless, then we
certainly don’t act like it.
If Nature is our mother, then she is a cruel one. But if
there is a Creator, then Nature is our sister, and we have a sibling
rivalry with her: she is rough-and-tumble, and there is darkness to her,
but that is because she is alienated from her Creator just like us. But
that means that in her, as in us, are glimmers of an ancient, transcendent
beauty. We don’t worship them, but we certainly revel in them.
Suddenly, we preserve not out of a desperation to survive,
but because it is good, merciful, and honorable to do so. Paradoxically,
nothing hinders our humanity’s chances of survival like a desire to
preserve the species at all costs. We serve earth and people best when the
Creator is the reason that we do so.
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