In earlier
work[i] I defined religion as a connection
with something higher than the self.[ii] That can be the other human being,
or humanity, instead of God.
Here I
consider an alternative, prompted by John Caputo[iii], inspired by Kierkegaard. According
to the latter, God is not ontological, does not refer to any thing that exists,
but is a deed of faith, and an act of existence. Faith in God entails the
recognition that we are never more true to ourselves than when we lack the
truth of who we are (Caputo, p. 93).
There is a
connection, further back in the history of thought, with the church father
Augustine’s notion of the human being ‘on the way’ (homo viator) to God.
Here,
religion is a passion for the impossible, for what we reach for but will never
reach, and that we call God.
Could this
be connected with my thesis of ‘imperfection on the move’? Could we call the horizon that we strive for,
with passion, but will never reach, God?
What pleads
for this is the consideration that to engage in the gamble of imperfection on
the move we need to believe, to have faith in its value, or its truth, here
taken as fidelity to our humanity or human potential. We cannot know this for
certain. It is indeed a matter of faith in something beyond us and hidden. Compare
this to the Augustinian notion of the hidden God (deus absconditus).
Here we
reconnect with the notion of religion as connection, or dedication, to
something higher, beyond ourselves.
I proposed
that we engage in imperfection on the move to make the best use, according to
our imperfect insight, of our talents.
I added
that the creative challenge involved is part, perhaps the essence, of a
flourishing life, for which we need to accept the suffering that it is likely
to entail. Here I approach Nietzsche.
I also
added that we need the other to oppose our views and to try and correct our
prejudice in what we strive for and how we do it.
However,
and here I deviate from established notions of God, the aim of the endeavour is
to contribute not to a personal hereafter but to the hereafter of what we leave
behind at our death.
So, if I
were to call the horizon, forever shifting as we proceed, of the endeavour of
imperfection on the move God, it would be far from traditional conceptions of
God as an existing thing, a supreme being, let alone a personal being. Not a
providential God. No life after death, no heaven. No theodicy; no divine
justice. One could, however, pray to this non-existent God, as an expression of
doubt, hope or faith that we are doing the right thing, and perhaps as a
consolation for the suffering we incur in it.
Would all
this still make me an atheist?
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