Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong on this…
The late Pope John Paul II stressed the connection between art and truth. But he also said, “Christ came to reveal man to himself,” and compared the artist’s work as being similar to Christ’s in this regard. So while the artist does indeed have an obligation to the truth, I would say that the second quotation indicates the right characterization of this obligation. Art doesn’t teach, it reveals. It brings revelation. It’s the difference between a wise man and a prophet – the artist is closer to the latter, wild-eyed and quite possibly alarming.
Better blogging next week, Lord willing.
JG: Half-jokingly, you were going to subtitle Lost in the Cosmos: Why Carl Sagan Is So Lonely . .. . a statement obviously directed at scientists in general who try to “dissolve the uniqueness of man” and make him like all other species. This brings up the problem again and again of the doctrines of evolution and creationism. While the evolutionists don’t pretend to see their view as the “eternal truth,” scientists, like Carl Sagan and others, see the status of evolution as a logical theory — even though it is not provable in a traditional scientific method. While he can’t be proved wrong, your book points to some of the holes in his theory which caused Sagan to write and ask about Lost in the Cosmos.
WP: Yes, he wrote me he’d read somewhere that I’d written a book in rebuttal to his writings and questioning the fact that he’s left God out of the Cosmos. He said if I could show him any cited evidence that God was ever there or ever in a being, he would have to consider it. He just said he’d like to read the book. He reminds me of a pathologist who finished an autopsy and said to his students: “Where is the soul?”
JG: So he hadn’t read the book yet?
WP: No, he hadn’t, so I sent him a copy.
JG: Most reviewers come up with the idea that it is a rebuttal of Sagan, but it isn’t against him personally. It only mentions Sagan one time.
WP: I only mention him in one question and one footnote. People like to latch onto something, and the two most obvious names are Donahue and Sagan. They’re featured in different parts of the book. But you know where the loneliness comes from? It comes from a triadic creature, scientist, whether it be Einstein or Darwin or Sagan, who tries to explain the whole world by dyadic theory and mostly succeeds. Darwin was trying to do it — thought he’d succeeded. Darwin’s theory of evolution is purely dyadic. Organisms compete, then small, accidental changes occur, which survive through adaptation and survival of the fittest. But notice that there is a curious moment taking place while you’re explaining the whole world by dyadic theory: you yourself are getting more and more removed from it. There you are sitting making up these theories, but how do you fit in? So you feel a little isolated and so end up with these fanciful notions of ETIs and talking chimps. Sagan wrote books which appear to explain not only the whole Cosmos but the human condition, how humans got to where they are, through his theories about the reptilian brain and cortex brain as computer and so forth. But why is Carl Sagan so anxious to find an ETI (extra-terrestrial intelligence)? Because the triadic scientist gets lonely. If everything gets put in the sphere of immanence, the sphere of dyadic interaction, one gets more and more isolated. Where does one fit in? Then he has a problem of reentry. How does one lead his life? Well, one way to it is to communicate with extraterrestrials. If one is a great scientist like Einstein, one simply does science. If not, then one starts longing for encounters with extraterrestrials. What people like Sagan don’t realize is that humans are far more mysterious than any extraterrestrial they’ve yet imagined. It’s a fanciful idea of Sagan having explained the whole Cosmos and the human position, then trying to find an ETI to tell it to, to communicate with.
Yesterday’s News Today, I know. But last week’s Observer had a cheery profile of “nude model and fetish enterpreneur” Sativa Verte. A few highlights…
“When she graduated from Canfield High in 2002, she was already packed. Like so many aspiring actresses and models before her, Ms. Verte said, she ‘literally threw my cap off, got in my car and hustled my butt out here.’ Five years later, she says she can hardly walk to the corner store without some lewd old man recognizing her, thanks in part to her appearance on Fuse TV’s contest, Pants-Off Dance-Off.
[Or thanks to her appearance in a big ol' Observer profile, complete with sweet 'n sassy photograph, written, no doubt, by someone who is neither lewd nor old, but hiply disinterested.
"Having fled Ohio, she was studying to be a pharmacist at S.U.N.Y. in Farmingdale. But boredom took hold, and one day she was watching MSNBC when she saw a report on 'how British Columbia is the new pot haven, dah dah dah …. ' She got in her car. Upon reaching Vancouver, she booked a room at a bed-and-breakfast that advertises itself as 'a hemp-friendly haven for travelers. The B&B was called Sativa Sisters...It follows that the proprietress of Sativa Sisters was a former model. Ms. Verte admired her success—'This was an empowered woman'—and decided to try modeling. To that end, she bought a whole new wardrobe. 'On the way home to New York, I got robbed,' she said. 'All that stuff I had just paid for, got robbed. I pretty much got into nude modeling because obviously I didn’t have all these nice new clothes I just bought.'"
[Aw, ain't that cute? Girl couldn't help it!]
“Ms. Verte allowed that she was sexually curious long before her clothes got stolen. As a girl, she discovered a collection of Playboys in the attic. ‘It moved from Playboy to Penthouse,’ she explained. ‘And in Penthouse, I seen girls inserting icicles and being spanked, and I’m like, Wow.’ Of her early exposure to sex, she said: ‘I don’t regret that at all. At least I’m not one of those stupid girls who’s like, ‘How did I get pregnant? Was it Jesus?’”
[I have always admired the Observer for its ability to report with a straight face. Thank heaven she is not one of those stupid girls, and all because of Penthouse. (Of course, it's worth asking how exactly Penthouse helped in this department, since I'm pretty sure the connection between sex and babies is not something the magazine chooses to highlight.) And while I imagine the phraise 'I seen girls inserting...' is a typo, it's a pretty damning one. "I seen girls doing all this stuff, and that's why I'm not stupid!"]
“‘People are into watching girls go to the bathroom, so I did that.’ She said she doesn’t allow her face to be in the bathroom clips, because she finds it embarrassing. ‘The bathroom stuff actually makes me the most money, so I can’t really complain.’”
[No, you can't, sister. Because we know it takes money to make it in New York. No complaining!]
She’s also logged some footage to accommodate bondage fetishists. “It’s not something I’d show my parents!” she said.
(Dad’s a musician, Mom’s a homemaker. They don’t approve of her career choice, Ms. Verte said. “But you can’t please everyone.”)
[No, you can't please everyone. So, you may as well please Mr. Please Pee So I Can See instead of Mom and Dad. After all, he's a paying customer.]
Aside from the few explicit scenes she’s filmed with members of the opposite sex—in each case the guy was her boyfriend, she insists—Ms. Verte said she doesn’t have many regrets. She said she’s very happy with her life, but has applied to acting schools for the fall. “My parents would help me with it, so why not try it?” she said. “But personally, I just want to go back to school for pharmacy and only take modeling jobs for really super-professional people.”
[I'm so happy, I can't wait to stop!]
For all her libidinous endeavors, Ms. Verte, who is currently single, has only had two boyfriends. “I know this sounds weird, being 23 and having as much experience on the road as I do,” she said, “but I’ve seriously only had two partners.”
[Aw, see what we mean? Sweetness and light!]
So good that it almost made me forget that, half an hour earlier, Second Daughter dumped a glass of water on the keyboard of the ol’ laptop. (This is being written on the backup.)
VENI, Sancte Spiritus,et emitte caelitus lucis tuae radium.
COME, Holy Ghost,send down those beams,which sweetly flow in silent streams from Thy bright throne above.
Veni, pater pauperum,veni, dator munerum, veni, lumen cordium.
O come, Thou Father of the poor;O come, Thou source of all our store, come, fill our hearts with love.
Consolator optime, dulcis hospes animae, dulce refrigerium.
O Thou, of comforters the best, O Thou, the soul’s delightful guest, the pilgrim’s sweet relief.
In labore requies, in aestu temperies, in fletu solatium.
Rest art Thou in our toil, most sweet refreshment in the noonday heat; and solace in our grief.
O lux beatissima, reple cordis intima tuorum fidelium.
O blessed Light of life Thou art; fill with Thy light the inmost heart of those who hope in Thee.
Sine tuo numine, nihil est in homine, nihil est innoxium.
Without Thy Godhead nothing can have any price or worth in man, nothing can harmless be.
Lava quod est sordidum, riga quod est aridum, sana quod est saucium.
Lord, wash our sinful stains away, refresh from heaven our barren clay, our wounds and bruises heal.
Flecte quod est rigidum, fove quod est frigidum, rege quod est devium.
To Thy sweet yoke our stiff necks bow, warm with Thy fire our hearts of snow, our wandering feet recall.
Da tuis fidelibus, in te confidentibus, sacrum septenarium.
Grant to Thy faithful, dearest Lord, whose only hope is Thy sure word, the sevenfold gifts of grace.
Da virtutis meritum, da salutis exitum, da perenne gaudium, Amen, Alleluia.
Grant us in life Thy grace that we, in peace may die and ever be, in joy before Thy face. Amen. Alleluia.
Morris: For most men, a woman’s body is the most beautiful thing they will ever see.
Venus: What’s the most beautiful thing a woman sees? Do you know?
Morris: Her first child.
(In delivering Morris’ lines, it helps to be an aged, yet still magnificent, Peter O’Toole.)