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The Apocalypse is Now

A film of my recent talk

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Apr 12, 2022
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The Apocalypse is Now

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Some of my readers here have asked if the talk I gave last week, on Christianity in the age of the Machine, was filmed. The answer is yes: here it is, complete with a photo of me looking much younger than I actually am.

Unfortunately the very beginning of the talk didn’t make it onto the film. I began by explaining that I’m a very new Christian, and that everything I said should be heard in that light. I am very happy to stand corrected on any of my amateur theological musings.

I then recited W. B Yeats’ poem The Second Coming - apposite for today, though a hundred years old. You can read it in full below. It was the introduction to what I then talked about: the apocalypse we’re living through, from a Christian perspective.

As it happens, another film has just been released today on the same subject: a conversation I recently recorded with the Canadian symbologist and thinker Jonathan Pageau about control and the Machine age. You can watch that here.


The Second Coming


Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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Jack Leahy
Writes Stillness in the West
Apr 12, 2022·edited Apr 18, 2022

Mssr. Pageau mentions Matthew 10:16 “I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves."

I recently saw a documentary called Canada's Arctic Wolves: The Ghosts of the Arctic. It is absolutely brutal. It is literally dog eat dog. The competition between packs is ruthless. Survival is tenuous in winter and in summer. And we are sent out into this like sheep! Yikes. Let's not kid ourselves. The Way of Nature is not all moonbeams and chickadees. It's also like this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0QFE-hxgI8&ab_channel=RealWild

What does it mean to be shrewd as a serpent? I am no ophiologist (I had to look that up) but snakes tend to hide in out of the way places. In tall grass, for example. Yet we are also to be as harmless/innocent as doves. Which probably means we don't get to use our hiding places to strike out against those who would harm us, i.e the wolves

I love the discussion that goes on at this substack. I think it is an important one. Yet, as Paul once put it we are up against a monster that grows in deserts (the desert of the real). The choice draws closer to find the real desert and live there or not. A time to find our caves and hermitages and monasteries in the mountains, forests and deserts. Where we might be able to live true lives according to the Way. If we do, maybe someday a new generation of Desert Fathers and Mothers will arise. That would be worth it.

Again I think of my favorite Robinson Jeffers poem that struck me as essential 30 years ago:

The Soul's Desert -- Robinson Jeffers

August 30, 1939

They are warming up the old horrors; and all that they say is echoes of echoes.

Beware of taking sides; only watch.

These are not criminals, nor hucksters and little journalists, but the governments

Of the great nations; men favorably

Representative of massed humanity. Observe them. Wrath and laughter

Are quite irrelevant. Clearly it is time

To become disillusioned, each person to enter his own soul's desert

And look for God--having seen man.

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Clever Pseudonym
Apr 12, 2022

I hate to quibble with Yeats, but I think there's a flaw in his thinking here that may shine a light on why societies experience these episodes of collapse (even though these episodes may be as inevitable and unchangeable as episodes of creation and flourishing).

Here's my quibble:

"The best lack all conviction..." But if someone is really "the best" they can't possibly lack all conviction, as there is simply no way to be "the best" in any field in any way while "lack[ing] all conviction." (In all the great spiritual traditions, whether Buddhist, Taoist, Stoic, Confucianist, etc, being "the best" and having strong convictions are pretty much synonymous.)

Yeats had convictions (even if some were pretty wacky, or even if the conviction is simply believing in the right to pursue thought, art and imagination wherever they may lead), every great artist and writer and thinker you've ever heard of had convictions, Paul Kingsnorth has convictions, etc.

When "the best lack all conviction" it means they have given in to the pressures of the moment, to the pressure to conform or face social and career consequences, to the pressures of their peer group who are all marching in lockstep and demanding others do the same--and if you can't stand up to these pressures and publicly profess and fight for the convictions that got you to be "the best" in the first place, then you have forfeited your right to be considered any kind of "best."

But, hey, it's a poem not a treatise!

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