One phrase that has really come to bother me yet amuse me is: “you do not know what it’s like.” The most obvious response is: “well, what IS it ‘like’? To what exactly do you LIKEN it?” After all: if the speaker might determine “it” to be “like” something OUTSIDE of itself, specifically wherein “it” refers to that same speaker’s phenomenal Experience, then by what authority can the same speaker presume that whatever external point of reference he has compared his experience to is NOT akin to MY experience as well?
Of course, the ironic turn of phrase is
clearly intended to raise another question entirely: “what is the Ontological
Nature OF the experience?” Yet in addressing such a question one must remember
the parable of Chuang-Tzu and the fish:
Chuang-Tzu and
his student pass a fish while on a stroll. (The Master and his Student are the
ones that are on the stroll; the fish is presumably taking a swim.) Chuang-Tzu contemplates
aloud how nice it must be to be a fish; his student replies, with famous naiveté:
“but you are not a fish, so how can you know?” Even more famously, the Master
replies: “You are not me, so how can you know that I do not know?”
The parable summarizes a problem that
contemporary preachers are content to overlook in its entirety: how can one
judge the internal experience to be any different, based only upon differences
in the external, homely details? Salinger writes: “In making sure of the
essential, he forgets the homely details; intent on the inward qualities, he
loses sight of the external. He sees what he wants to see, and not what he does
not want to see. He looks at the things he ought to look at, and neglects those
that need not be looked at.” Of course, Salinger’s obsession with Vedanta and
Mahayana Buddhism is charming, especially as a testament to the universal
appeal of traditionally Indian disciplines, an appeal which those same
disciplines attest to. Yet secular critics might always contend that the Hindu
cosmology, one professing an underlying identity beneath the veil of illusory
external distinctions, is nothing more than an archaic leap of faith, that even
in defiance of the Indian caste system the Buddhists failed to address social
problems as more than mere illusions of the mind, that the appropriation of these
customs by Westerners was misguided, and that metaphysical claims to our “underlying,
Spiritual” unity amount to nothing more but failures and excuses not to create
an OVERLYING, PHYSICAL unity.
That may all be very well and good for
the Western rationalist. Yet the Dharma is no more a “leap of faith” than this
neoliberal attitude and platitude. Rather than undertaking a thorough archaeological
excavation into the history of neoliberalism, however, I have only to appeal to
a common sense that, cursory though it may be, reveals the intrinsic
contradictions in the doctrine of postmodern “sensitivity”. Namely: while I
might judge your conditions externally to be distinct from those of others,
and while by that same token I may determine your external conditions to be
more akin – more “like” – those of one of your neighbours than those of
another, the fact remains that, insofar as I do NOT know what the Nature of
your EXPERIENCE is, I can judge it to be neither better nor worse than that of
EITHER of the latter parties, nor myself, so it becomes not ONLY impossible for
me to pass JUDGEMENT upon your internal conditions, but ALSO to INSTRUCT OTHERS
IN HOW TO TREAT YOU. All Ethics must remain External.
When the Reverend King dreams of the day
that the children of the world are judged not by the classification of their
melanin but rather by the “content of their character”, he is not making a
metaphysical claim to their Souls; he is referring, rather, to something so
self-evident that he ought not to NEED to make mention of it: external behaviours
whose intent can be inferred by cultural context. “What it’s like” to have Good
Character has nothing to do with the determination of Character to be Good,
though it HAS been observed, especially in modern dramas like Breaking Bad
and BoJack Horseman, that “what it’s like” to have BAD Character CAN be
used to UNDERSTAND WHY a Character is Bad, though only AFTER the Character has
been deemed to BE BAD by a purely EXTERNAL RUBRIC, untouched by psychology.
Walter White breaks bad because of any number of factors, including greed,
desperation, shock, pride, a sense of familial obligation, condescension,
spite, envy, jealousy, financial anxiety, delusions of grandeur, and the rational
detachment of a natural scientist. (Ironically, he makes Anakin Skywalker look
far more straightforward than critics of the Star Wars prequel trilogy
make him out to be.) Yet none of these internal factors matter ethically
until the death toll gets high enough, and it’s anyone’s guess when Walter
crosses the final “line” beyond which he is damned. That this line is vague
does not change the fact, however, that his fellow CHARACTERS know where to
draw it. It follows logically that, in our own Life Dramas, we judge bad
behaviour not by “what it’s like” to do it but rather by its consequences for
us, and while this does render us biased in evaluations of intent,
it establishes a precedent for cultivating more righteous modes of being. “Content
of character” is not a vague appeal to what lies beyond the veil of objectivity;
it is objectivity incarnate, and King’s appeal is to the Intellectual Common
Sense of both his fellow clergymen and his congregation: how long must we
tolerate utter stupidity?
As it turns out, stupidity comes in many
forms and varieties, some Red and some Blue, some in the Aisle on the Right,
others the Left. When rapper Everlast sings about “What It’s Like” to have to
be homeless, to abort a baby, or to lose a drug war, he does not claim to KNOW
what it is like to lead these lifestyles, but he nonetheless condescends upon
those who do not know it EITHER (which is not unlike Chuang-Tzu condescending
upon his student, who does not know what it’s like to be Chuang-Tzu, but it is
far MORE akin to the student PRESUMING that the Master misunderstands a fish). Yet
knowing “what it’s like to have to choose” is NOT what determines a choice to
be Good or Bad; it simply determines the choice to be difficult or easy, and all
responsible adults DO confront that fact in making choices.
Consider, therefore, “what it’s like” to
be diagnosed with a mental illness. Clinically, from the outside looking in, my
brain is deemed to be deficient in a certain quality we might refer to colloquially
as “Presence of Mind” (if you will pardon the Spiritualizing metaphor). This is
only PARTIALLY determined by my behaviour, which MAY OR MAY NOT be unethical,
but which is not always “correct”, either politically or interpersonally, and
often both are one. By and large, for me to be deemed criminally “insane”,
rather than just criminal, I must represent the World through a lens which is
deemed to somehow be critically skewed. Perhaps, popular science suggests, were
the organ of mental function to be altered chemically, the subjective factor
would follow, and out of that a healthy, happy, and holy citizen shall emerge!!
That is a tempting offer indeed, and it was just romantic and farfetched enough
for my late teenage self to give it a try, yet unfortunately it is just as
Absurd and Self-contradictory as the woman who broke my heart to begin with and
left me ranting and raving*.
The simple fact of the matter is this:
that there is no reason to presume that someone will be healthy, happy, AND
holy all at once, except by the Grace of God. Some people are none of the
above; others: one of the above, or two. All in, there are as many as eight
different combinations of personality created just from any three
psychometrics. People can be happy and holy, but not healthy; they may be healthy
and happy, but unholy. Et cetera et al. Even if one succeeds in changing my
internal experience and hence my outlook and mood, there is no guarantee that I
will behave in the manner that THAT PERSON (or my legal guardian) may wish, and
insofar as the authorities judge me NOT to be an autonomous agent but a manipulable
object, then they are NOT justified in passing MORAL judgement upon me, and “holy”
becomes distinct from “obedient”, “predictable”, “compliant”, and “likeable”.
From a traditional, ethical standpoint,
this much is a given, yet it is NOT a given if the distinction between my
INTERNAL EXPERIENCE and my EXTERNAL BEHAVIOUR is not Respected. I would be more
than happy to accept the consequences of my deviant actions, but only if I am
tried as an autonomous agent who is in control of his own choices. Yet
this right is denied me if, according to the peculiar manner in which I
describe the World, you judge me to be INCAPABLE of responsible action. While
the psychologist might not admit to “knowing what it’s like” to be
schizophrenic, she will nonetheless behave as though she “knows better”, simply
because those who tend to inhabit this ambiguous mental territory tend to
behave in unpredictable ways which make sense only to them. Yet if one cannot
JUDGE the experience which one does not have then one cannot judge the other
for HAVING such an experience, and if one CAN judge that experience which one
does not have, then it is only because that experience is by NO MEANS INFERIOR
to one’s own. In EITHER case, one is left with the impossibility of using the
other’s “madness” as an excuse for oppression, and of any bad behaviour the
perpetrator can be judged only by the CONTENT OF CHARACTER: an EXTERNAL factor.
It is for these reasons that it does not
matter whether I know “what it’s like” to have an abortion or not; in judging
the woman for her actions, I am less misogynistic than those who otherize her
experience. In judging the black convict, I am less prejudiced than those who
speak of the “African American Experience” (not to be confused with the Jimi
Hendrix Experience, which is available to anyone of any class, creed, or
colour). In judging the villainous psychopaths in the film Parasite, I
do not mean to say, “they are evil because they are poor” or even “because they
are driven mad with feelings of inferiority”; I simply judge them to be evil
because of how they devastate the few people who treat them trustingly. The
External remains the arbiter, and it is to this – how OTHERS are affected by my
actions, not how *I* feel – that I pledge myself. Yet this requires me to bring
INTO Public life that which was previously presumed to be private: Logic and
Intuition. When I express my opinions, I am not simply venting my own angst at
the expense of how others are affected by my words; I am engaging in a
collective discussion towards common moral ends. Without such a discussion,
there can be no true “Society”.
*Clearly, I am being flippant here, but
there is clearly some unresolved baggage, and I WAS afflicted by her mistreatment.
As an addendum, I should refer back to a
fleeting example: BoJack Horseman. Raphael Bob-Waksberg’s postmodern
fable illustrates a man-horse who is neither healthy, happy, NOR holy, and his
internal struggle is running a race with his external conflicts, and the smart
money’s on the latter steed. Yet is BoJack a nightmare? No. While he is
thoroughly an aesthetic character, he is also an Absurd Hero whose foremost
nags are every bit as arbitrary, biased, and self-indulgent as he is. “What it’s
like” to be him does not excuse him, but the Life of a Fish does not
incriminate conclusively.
[({Dm.R.G.)}]
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