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Matthew Testaverde's avatar

I think a notebook written without providence would be relying on strength of character in order to be good. That I believe in and of itself is a good thing. The belief that God or nature is there as a protection for or insurance that good will still be the conclusion for even difficult experiences in one's life, is an idea that strengthens people's convictions. Without this belief I believe the notebook would lose some of its impact for people.

The order of the writing is a biography of one's life told through influence. Starting with family and then expanding outwards with tutors, mentors, and philosophers. Ending with "gods and fortune" shows the thread that connected it all. It reminds me of a prayer of thanks.

One of the items that stood out for me was "for he was one who looked to what ought to be done, not to the reputation which a man gets by his acts." It made me think about how today I believe most people are concerned with how they are seen, not with what they have actually done. It has something to say about character and knowing yourself. To be comfortable with the fact of doing something,hopefully for the good, and not doing it for the acclaim.

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Elanna's avatar

I would like to offer a reflection on your first question - monhs late to the party!

As an atheist, I do believe in - and recently actively practice - gratefulness for what makes my life worth living, for what I have, for the people, conditions and experiences that made me who I am, for the good and the bad. The lack of an e(x)ternal, or transcendent if one likes, Providence only makes gratefulness more nuanced and moving, and ethics more strict in the search for cohesion. If there is no set rule, we have nowhere to hide behind when it comes to assume responsibility. If there is no God, we are the only ones who can do the job of loving each other. If there is no good and bad, we have a choice to make in how we define good and bad. It is a common misconception between believers that people who have an immanent - materialistic? - approach to reality are missing something, are blind in a sense to the life of the spirit. Funnily enough, there is the same tendency between materialists to pity people who mistake faith in transcendence for the only source of spiritual experience, blind to the beauty and joy of pure existence. I still remember, after a catholic upbringing, the shiver of recognition and relief I felt when I read the line "Religion is the opium of the people, the wail of a society oppressed and robbed of its spirituality". I felt seen, understood and loved. I still meditate on that line today.

I don't pity anymore religious people - understanding is more interesting than judgement and we are all looking for the same beauty - but I am still very surprised to find out that spirituality is often seen as the domain of faith. They are completely independent from each other. Meditating on the inherent beauty of life is to me much more powerful when that beauty, or a sense of justice, or sadness, or love, and my ability to appreciate them and share them, are flourishing on a substrate of billions of years of chaos and cold nonsense like a flower in the sand. Life is a koan zen.

I found this feeling of sadness and longing, of gratefulness and dejection, in Lucretius and Darwin. Both write great poetic works born from the tension between a longing for ultimate meaning, justice and love, and the total awareness of its absence from nature upon honest observation. What counts is that I am aware that our religious longing comes probably from an ingrained evolutionary tendency to look for and find patterns in the savannah, and in the same breath in which I say it I am also aware that good and bad, beauty and horror, love and hate have the exact same importance to me as before reaching that materialistic conclusion.

Of course I am grateful. I am grateful to all the other people who gave me knowledge, examples of virtue, possibilities; I am grateful to the universe, to the unfeeling cold nature for being this coldly majestic, to the shortcircuit between two atoms that made me aware of existence and able to share with other humans our constructs of love, beauty and justice. To my loving partner, to my friends. Ethics are a matter of logical propositions only in the Western thought, rich and fertile but limited by its own rationality. Humanity finds the link between gratefulness and immanence in the koans of zen practice and in the dreamt universe of the Australian cultures. "If the universe is not here to glorify the existence of humanity then all is lost and nothing makes sense" is the pre-teen tantrum of the Western civilisation. I sincerely hope we manage to outgrow it.

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