Ye Olde Trigger Warning:
Follows are theological musings utilising scholastic inspired thinking, but anchored in panentheistic and/or henotheistic Pagan thought. Reader discretion is advised, my aim isn’t to offend but to invoke reflection. So mote it be.
In most matrices of Pre-Christian religiosity, such as the word carried weight today, life did not begin with Sentience. I could have ended that sentence with life does not begin. Sentience does not begin. It is. If you will, it is what it is. While I have reached a stage of absolute fatigue with referring to Semitic Religion, the tetragrammaton, or perhaps Demiurge, refers to itself in a betrayingly transcendental vein. It is what it is.
In mediaeval Scholasticism and so forth, this became a philosophical principal of Absolute Simplicity. This being the Form of a thing being unable to be broken down further for extraneous definition, it is the absolute origin of a thing. This relates somewhat to the “problem” Catholic Theology identifies with Mormonism, being the problem of Infinite Reduction. The Christian God is absolute simplicity because when you solve the Riddle of Infinite Reduction, what remains must necessarily be God.
However, Mormonism betrays a rather timeless possibly, which is Perennialism. A, forgive me, simplistic means of deference has been to claim “Christianity” (which Christendom?) operates on a construct of linear time while Paganism (which is what?) utilises a Cyclical or, I argue Concentric model of Reckoning. Mormonism, they say, has a very literal interpretation of Apotheosis in which a man can become a God through faith. This god makes a world, this world has a beginning and an end.
World, from Middle English Woruld is culled from Old English Wer-Eald, or “the age of man.” World is not and has never been a geological term, it is and shall always be metaphysical. Midgard, Middle Earth, etc, were geographic terms until Absolute Simplicity smashed their usage and infinitely reduced them to something retarded.
Ergo the “problem.” Mormonism contrasts most highly with dogma because it allows for infinite beginnings to occur within a singularity. This destroys the notion of Absolute Simplicity- they say. However, understanding this relatively pointless struggle I think helps to deepen an affinity with Pagan thinking.
Eternity is now, but is mutable. Change is a constant. Worlds go through cycles. Everything in Nature appears to do likewise and go through transformative cycles of dissolution and restoration. Thus death births life, which dies to spawn life. There is no disharmony. The world is as it ought. What seems to be a problem, however, is the notion of attributing a base intelligence behind every single affair. A Pagan outlook suggests intelligence is an inevitably, it is fate – Wyrd, Ørlög. Gods are a natural byproduct of intelligence and act as governing archetypes, to say nothing of their intrinsic “reality.” Reality being Eternity, being now.
Intelligence itself can be subjective. Where does that begin and end? Where is it’s absolute simplicity, or is it infinitely reducible? This kind of false dichotomy I think springs from the dualism imposed by linear thinking, which implies a kind of reductionism. How could it not? Alphas and Omegas are exceedingly concrete terms with little negotiation. By attributing absolute simplicity to intelligence, in a way, I think we neuter it. Much in the way we castrate divinities by harnessing them to asymbolic attributions.
Another means of illustration I can muster is to exemplify my own homeland of New England. Ours was a borrowed trajectory from Old England, whose struggles and constituents unavoidably inspired ours. To say little of Old England, New England for a time was dominated by Puritanism as the prevailing English philosophy. It was a rote, mechanistic system with exceptionally set markers and limitations. However, the rumspringa of this was that the moral core of Puritanism inspired a secular religious notion of Infinite Perfectibility. Note: this wasn’t reductionism, like the orthodox and heterodox archetypes of Catholicism and Mormonism. It was an openness proportionate to the closeness of what went before. It itself is a satisfactorily Pagan outlook, borne perhaps of a suppressed Folksoul being forged in a stern crucible. We know the sweetest flowers grow in the harshest weather, so we should thank our dour forebears for making us from sterner stuff.
Life I think is a perfect storm, whose lessons and outlooks are observable by nature but defeated by humanising them where there’s no business doing. Fate is not human, and supercedes all intellect. Intelligence is not governed by fate, but is shaped in accordance to it. All, however, evolve teleologically from the same eternality, so it seems moot to constantly pick between apples and oranges when, realistically, you can have both. Let the Goddess have her cake and eat it too.
i realise these thoughts have been disjointed, but do with them as you will. Glæde Tīrsdæg, wæs þū hāl.