Showing posts with label compassion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label compassion. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Atheism and Brilliance: A Note on Christopher Hitchens and Differing Opinions

Many times since I’ve started this blog I’ve touched on spirituality and religion. I have asked people with a journey of their own to write guest blogs for me. I haven’t yet explained in-depth my own feelings towards it; my assumption is that as you continue to read, you will piece it together on your own. I also think that including differing views is important as well, especially in our quest for our own truth.



When I stumbled onto Christopher Hitchins many years ago in Vanity Fair magazine, he was like a train wreck to me. I didn’t like what I read, or rather didn’t agree with the viewpoint, but I couldn’t stop reading. His first column that I read was about his staunch view on atheism. He was extremely in your face about his credence that no God exists, almost taunting. For some reason, I continued to read month after month despite my differing opinion about religion. We did agree on one thing: that organized religion is at the heart of many of the worlds conflicts.  I chose this quote about his views to illustrate his thoughts: “Hitchens contended that organized religion is the main source of hatred in the world: violent, irrational, intolerant, allied to racism, tribalism, and bigotry, invested in ignorance and hostile to free inquiry, contemptuous of women and coercive toward children, and that accordingly it "ought to have a great deal on its conscience.”  I agree with him that people use religion as a basis for war, judgment of others, intolerance and demagogy.  But I do have belief and faith that the world can be better eventually, whereas he did not.  And I admit that the news carries stories every day proving me wrong. I still believe that I can work to help others, to demonstrate my own faith by loving people despite our differences and by continuing to see the goodness in humankind.



I was married to a Jehovah’s Witness (a fallen one obviously, as they aren’t supposed to marry outside of their faith) for ten years.  He had not only fallen away from the religion, but his upbringing had left him very soured to the thought of religion as whole.  And despite my early assumption that it was “no big deal”, I came to understand that for him, he was his own highest power. And to that end, it was like living in a bad city with no police.  Like the Wild West, with no law to answer to, no guideline to follow and no repercussion for breaking a law.  This was my only personal experience with someone who was a nonbeliever, so to read Hitchens’ viewpoint actually gave me insight into the fact that not all nonbelievers are lawless. 

When Christopher Hitchens became ill with cancer a couple of years back, I continued to read his column which spoke about his illness and his strong opinions on pretty much every topic. Your feeling on religion aside, the man was brilliant. He could speak about many topics, to any audience. He was snarky and sarcastic, often self depreciating, which I appreciate.  He had a humor about his sickness, and for a good while was determined that this cancer would not defeat him as it had his father.  Sadly, he was incorrect and he passed away earlier this month.

When I read that he had passed, I went onto the VF website to read his memoriam written by Graydon Carter, the Editor of VF. It was deeply respectful and alluded to the genius that many felt Hitchins possessed. I also dug deeper to see if he had what sometimes happens: a deathbed conversion.  He did not and in fact he was adamant that would not happen. He held fast to his convictions right up until the end. I suppose after a lifelong certainty that he was right, most would choose to not let go of them in the end.

If nothing else, I remain optimistic that when people learned of his passing that they did not further his hunch about religion being the main source of hatred in the world.  He was someone’s love, someone’s son and someone’s brother.  I am hopeful that whatever religious creed someone subscribes to, that it holds within it the most basic and profound of all values: KINDNESS, COMPASSION AND LOVE.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Remember when you dedicate your book to me, Michelle has TWO L's.


I raided the book shop yesterday.  This is where I can be found on days that I have a few quiet hours, in the mom and pop book shop in Newtown. I ended up with a stack for myself, and a stack for the kids, as usual. And mine was a random stack, as it always is. A cookbook, of course, a journal, a Sookie Stackhouse novel (can't be all serious reads!) and a book called “Learning from the Heart”, which says it’s a lesson on living, loving and listening. Compassion, more than anything I think. I had never heard of the book, though I was very familiar with the writer, he’s a regular contributor to NPR. But once I flipped it open, I did what I always do: I read the book dedication. And tonight at dinner, I passed it to my daughter and had her read it because I found it to be the most moving dedication I’ve ever read. She read it, gave me her feedback (she agreed with me) and promptly told me I was weird for reading the dedication.  I asked, astounded, why she would say that. It’s always one of my favorite parts. She answered that it was weird (there’s that word again!) and it wasn’t like the book was dedicated to me. Well, no. Not this one, at least. Maybe there would be someday?

But more so, what I realized is that I have always wanted to be a writer.  And I know this because I have written and rewritten my book dedication in my mind a thousand times. I thought this was something everyone did, but apparently not.  Kind of like the question I ask almost everyone, “If you had a boat, what would you name it?” I think I ask that because it’s secret code for finding other day dreamers like me.  You envision yourself on a beautiful ocean sailing away and obviously, the boat HAS to have a name or the day dream is just…off and inaccurate.  Mine, not shockingly at all, is “Wanderlust”.

Anyway, focus Michelle. Book dedications.  Some of them have been funny, many of them obscure and often cryptic. Some of them are secret messages to loved ones that didn’t want their names shouted from the rooftops in adoration. For the record, I do. So when you do write a book, dear reader, you spell my last name WIRE. And Michelle has TWO L’s.  And a note about my wit and intelligence (and beauty!) would be fab.  Okay, thanks.

 Ayn Rand dedicated Atlas Shrugged to her husband and her lover. Which, I may add, were two different men.  F. Scott Fitzgerald dedicated his “Once again, to Zelda”, despite the fact that during the writing period he had virtually driven her to insanity. Guess he owed her something!  Ironically, the book “End of the Affair” was dedicated to the author’s mistress.  Subtle.

Without further ado, here is the dedication that began it all, from “Learning from the Heart”, by Daniel Gottlieb.

I dedicate this book to my precious daughters, Alison and Debra.


Your births opened my heart to a lifetime of love and devotion.


I have watched you crawl and walk and fall in love and rebel. I’ve watched you get hurt and suffer- and then heal. With delight and awe I have watched your bodies, your minds, and your souls develop.


Now I watch you love whom you love with grace and compassion, devoting yourselves to making the world more just for those who need justice.


We have brought each other great love and blessings. In the past, your lives were in my hands and that brought me joy. In the future, my life will be in your hands and that brings me peace.


 


Here’s your homework, reader. Dedicate your book. If you were to write one (even if you do not intend to do so) who would be so dear and influential to you that they would win that page? Then, once you decide, you should tell them. How cool would that be to know that you deserve such an honor?  Better yet, write it and mail it. Here's mine:

For my loves: past, present and enduring.  My family and my children, the greatest of them all.