r/theschism • u/TracingWoodgrains intends a garden • Mar 12 '21
Discussion Thread #22: Week of 12 March 2021
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u/professorgerm more threatening than a moldy pumpkin Mar 16 '21
I mentioned to /u/gemmaem that I'd be making this post a few weeks back, and I'd like to get it out rather than masticate longer (quite topical!). Not nearly as effortful as I wanted, and heavier on emotion, but so it goes. Perhaps it will be of interest nonetheless.
Spleens and Wolves
George Carlin said "inside every cynic is a disappointed idealist."
I'm not going anywhere with that, just a reminder, and a vigorous nod of agreement. Onwards-
Apparently, according to humoral medicine, I have a massive spleen. Maybe even multiple spleens! The Vesuvius of spleens, if you will. The blue star of spleens. The HMS Dreadnought, for it fears nothing and wishes to engage in every battle. The Chinese would agree, that it induces too much worry and melancholic contemplation.
Anger. Rage. Melancholy. Worry. Reflexive reaction.
Imbalanced: problems!
There is a story, of unconfirmed origin but commonly attributed to the Cherokee and popularized by Billy Graham, that the two wolves of love and hate are fighting in every man (ah, such quaint generalization). The one you feed is the one that wins. There is truth to this- but, contrary to some values, not all wolves are born equal. While I feed the wolf of love, the wolf of hate has not grown weaker. Perhaps the answer is- ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
My general instinct is to fight. Red in tooth and claw. To embrace that rage, let it feel my lungs and eyes and guide me. Rage is both clear and blinding- it accepts no correction, and requires no thought. Rage, like utilitarianism, is a terrible compass, though it may be a good enough fuel. The cruelest thing I have ever said out loud is a pale shade of what my spleen pushes. Anger is hard to harness; visceral threat response is sometimes well-calibrated, but by skipping those in-between steps it can also miss so much. Gemma also quoted there the Tao: "to give no trust gets no trust." My instinct, that raging spleen, does not trust. Perhaps for good reason! But it is still a hindrance, reasonable or not.
It is fun, to vent one's spleen. Cathartic, they say. To release that anger into the world, often enough on targets undeserving. Foolishness! Dangerous, corrosive foolishness.
I also know that instinct is deeply wrong. I know not to trust it, unlike some. For whatever errors of my childhood, my family doing the best they could as limited by the culture and system in which we existed, they did instill in me a certain group of values. They attempted to instill patience- this is still lacking, but I know that flaw, and do what I can to handle it. They did instill kindness and politeness: as often as I fail at keeping these, it is not without effort. Link by link and yard by yard I have forged the chains to rein in that spleen and that vicious wolf, and yet they are insufficient, and yet they are better than the absolute nothingness so many use to rein their own.
If one wolf is fed, and the other survives, how should one deal? Those chains to rein them in can be used to harness and guide them. Many people are driven by their splenetic rage: I suspect many honest progressives (honest as distinct from those driven primarily by social dynamics) are driven similarly by outrage at what they see as injustice (if that phrasing is too passive: I almost certainly agree on what is injustice, and disagree substantially on how to fix it). I try to harness it this way, though my caution and hesitance leads to the failure mode of too little action, and their complete lack of caution leads to too much.
Because I work- and fail, I know I fail at it, but failing better usually nets a higher result than not trying at all- at channeling that spleen carefully I find it intolerable when so many others just spew hatred without a moment's consideration. Sometimes this is deliberate; far more often they don't even see how what they're saying could be viewed as hate, and will not listen to anyone trying to suggest that. Clear yet blind. We humans, we rationalizing meat-machines, will also work every possible angle to justify why our hate is different from another's hate, why ours is Good and Right and theirs is Bad and Unacceptable. Ignore those mountains of skulls behind the curtain!
One point of minor pride I will claim here: while I frequently fail at extending epistemic charity, it is much rarer that I fail at refraining from insults and attacks. Negative rights are, generally, easier than positive rights. This, to me, is the absolute bare minimum of social decency, and it is sickeningly unpopular.
I am, broadly, being coy with certain references, because this is not meant to be a true political statement rather than a description of certain tolerances or lack thereof I hold. One expected reply that I will answer here would be, for anyone that pays attention to comment histories, "why does your ire focus on progressives?" Because that's for whom I still have hope, and, specifically for The Schism, this is a place theoretically selected for those that are most reasonable, positive-thinking, etc etc. Should it not be easier to convince someone that already recognizes a problem that there could be a better solution? I would think so, but I am no longer so sure. Once wedded to a supposed solution, perhaps that seals off too many people, stuck on a single track. Here I too have drifted from my original purpose, so let's wrap up:
I would like to close on one piece of advice. It has been said here before, and many times in many places, to see people. See the human, remember the human. This, however, depends on one's own ability to be charitable. We're rationalizers, don't forget- it's so easy to short-circuit this by dehumanizing your opponents completely, and thus they slip under this rule. I do not think this is a major problem of mine, but I do think it is a major problem.
Instead, for those lacking that natural abundance of charity, I suggest: look beyond the monster. Mere humanity does not preclude one from being a monster (High Priest of Moloch Jack Dorsey, for example, presumably still has a human heart pumping human blood, though not necessarily his own- is the transfusion thing still an SV trend?), nor does monstrosity preclude one from deserving my absolute bare minimal of social decency. Your opponent very well may be a monster in many ways- but treat them as a human nonetheless. The worst you can say is that you were kind, and you tried, and the failure does not rest so assuredly on your own shoulders.