There is no doubt that healthy-mindedness is inadequate as a philosophical doctrine, because the evil facts which it positively refuses to account for are a genuine portion of reality; and they may after all be the best key to life’s significance, and possibly the only openers of our eyes to the deepest levels of truth. ― William James
The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters is a phantasmal etching produced in 1799 by the Spanish painter Francisco Goya that depicts the imagined artist slumped over his desk, in a posture of nihilistic defeat, as ominous owls of madness and shadowy bats fly erratically overhead. This was Goya’s artistic commentary on Spanish society that he interpreted as succumbing to a lunatic’s brew of unmitigated fear, social antipathy, unrivaled corruption, and the liabilities of political unreason. The haunting image would persist as a representation of chaos whenever, as the poet W. H. Auden reminded us, the values of the enlightenment are driven away.
A little over two centuries later, in America’s post-fact zeitgeist of partisan sensationalism and multimedia gossip, the emergence of a toxic brand of emotionally volatile, identity-imbued populism threatens to destabilize society by appealing to authoritarian panaceas in the wake of geopolitical uncertainties. Relinquishing the faculties of reason, journalistic objectivity, dignity, and civil ethics when offered specious solutions for security or prosperity is as irresponsible as it is pernicious. After all, “total” solutions of Manichean simplicity are never realistic or sustainable in a world of increasing complexity and irreversible diversity. Just as Freud exposed the mind’s obsessive desire for a paternal caregiver during periods of crisis or vulnerability, we witness other parallels of uncritical yearning when people seek the mana-personality from Jung’s description of the collective unconscious. To mistake narcissism for competence is to mistake bravado for guidance. Likewise, to assume that personal significance or the assurance of safety can only be achieved through segregation is to perpetually recreate the very atmosphere of tyranny that one wishes to escape.
It appears that a grave deficit of cognition exists in the populace’s mind that prefers herd instinct to the arduous pursuits of objective analysis, social justice, moral philosophy, civil discourse, and scientific literacy. This belligerent lack of compassion, crude mockery of applied intellect, degradation of scientific methodology, and a selfish unwillingness to concede heterogeneity among communities has resulted in an abeyance of decency under the guise of exceptionalism.
Ideologies replete with paranoia, conspiracy, and mistrust were central to the atrocities of the twentieth century when varieties of fascism compensated for national insecurity. Balkanization was both anthropological and geographic in nature. As a result, mass trepidation created an isolationist vacuum for opportunistic absolutists to emerge. And their insatiable need for adulation would come at the endangerment of civilization.
As Thomas Hardy recognized, “If a way to the better there be, it lies in taking a full look at the worst.” Indeed. The evolved predicament of our human condition demands an identification of suffering, vigilant protection of social liberties, the maintenance of empathy, and an intrepid acknowledgment of despotism if there’s any hope of achieving the means to an auspicious end. Otherwise, there will be no monster left behind.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. ― Wallace Stevens
You’re undoubtedly familiar with the “this too shall pass” bromide used to attenuate misery. This trope can offer transitory solace if the intensity of disaster has a projected expiration date. Conversely, “this too won’t last” (The Callie Rogers Effect) is a reminder of the short shelf-life for the gratification of success and the intoxicating effects of euphoria. A human tendency is to subconsciously attach our well-being or feelings of significance to the contingent nature of episodic outcomes. But to imagine ourselves being the object of unmitigated prosperity prepares the soil for devastation whenever reality takes a circuitous route. Wishful thinking that is disproportionate to the available evidence is more likely to induce a state of neurosis when the actual schematics of an event unfolds. The automaticity of self-abasement can emerge whenever our anticipated trajectory is derailed, but long-term collateral damage occurs if we attribute the failure of outcomes to the failure of self.
Fluctuation of circumstance is the sine qua non of existence. The sooner we can see ourselves as an adaptive system within an oscillating system, the less dependent we’ll become on heroic attempts to inoculate ourselves against the vagaries of happenstance. As always, the locus of control is amorphous and no person is so self-sufficient as to indefinitely circumvent loss, compromise, and tribulation. If winning the lottery of experience was a daily occurrence, there would be no background of banality to compare it with. Outliers of fortune are only meaningful in a transitory context, but the re-experiencing of success as an affirmation of our worth comes at one’s peril.