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The Varieties of Religious Experience, Lecture XX / Postscript
"We and God have business with each other," (516-517) James decrees in Lecture XX, "Conclusions." The Varieties of Religious Experience has an affirming, if at times widely-open, ending. He firmly commits to a faithful pragmatism, concluding that yes, religious experiences do exist and their value comes in the form of added facts, of new realities unveiled beyond the physical world (518). For example, "the conscious person is continuous with a wider self through which wider experiences come" (515) is a positive fact of religion, as in, the wider experience of reality through religion verifies the existence of a kind of religious experience and provides value in this experience is local to the domain of religion.
Examples aside, the main criteria James concludes on for religion can be summarized thusly: religion responds to an unease with a solution (508). An inherent sense that there is something wrong with out natural condition is remedied by a connection to a higher power through religion here. James addresses counterarguments, that religion is anachronistic in the age of hard science, and that religion "survives" as a vestige of a previous stage of human development (490). Yet, a hard science I understand it is a governing architectonic that can only prove facts relative to its language and grammar. It is like a closed loop uncovering its interior through its established conventions, and religion's capacity to uncover other realities would further enforce James' position that religion has its own unique additive factor; it cannot be subsumed by science without reducing it.
Here is the picture as I understand it: this book is arguing that the value of religious experiences stem from their uniqueness, a remedy to the forlornness prompted by the physical world, a connection to a higher power, an awareness of realities outside the physical plane, and the catalysts for personal transformation. The existence of the subconscious mind is reaffirmed through religion, and life itself takes on a characteristic of bliss that transcends the mundane. In the postscript, James specifies the greatest peace is that which is found in divine union (525); it is clear James' approach is non-dogmatic and empirical because these are personal issues, they cannot be quantified with a formula that fits neatly into a system of numbers. Even if shared qualities can be found across world religions, that isn't the point so much as it is a subtle urge to the reader to find this for themselves.
While I found this book to be a fantastic read, patient in its formulation of arguments and counterarguments, rich in the diversity of literature it draws on, and thorough in its use of footnotes, it ultimately prompts a crisis in me. I relate to an egoic structure I call myself largely through my own book knowledge. Trained in academic philosophy and (I hope) decently-read on other religious / occult texts, the time spent in building an intellectual library where I can distinguish the work of Kant from the work of Hegel loses its importance. I find that my attachments to these experiences are shaken and an existential discomfort is prompted by reading James. I cannot be "the philosopher," just as I cannot be a low-grade Golden Dawn ceremonial magician. These labels are just a passing fancy, a book on a shelf just a dusty trophy in an empty room and force a confrontation with the prime mover underneath my aesthetic delights. Simply put, this is the sin of idolatry.
To speak on my own religious experiences, exceedingly rare events that fall under music, meditation, or drug use have shown me a higher reality. I can be blissful in the experience, but I return to Earth at some point. How do I undergo conversion, how am I to be born again where the psychic surgery the divine performs on me sticks? I don't know. Reading this book makes me want to throw out all my worldly possessions and sit under a tree until the answer dawns on me.
Examples aside, the main criteria James concludes on for religion can be summarized thusly: religion responds to an unease with a solution (508). An inherent sense that there is something wrong with out natural condition is remedied by a connection to a higher power through religion here. James addresses counterarguments, that religion is anachronistic in the age of hard science, and that religion "survives" as a vestige of a previous stage of human development (490). Yet, a hard science I understand it is a governing architectonic that can only prove facts relative to its language and grammar. It is like a closed loop uncovering its interior through its established conventions, and religion's capacity to uncover other realities would further enforce James' position that religion has its own unique additive factor; it cannot be subsumed by science without reducing it.
Here is the picture as I understand it: this book is arguing that the value of religious experiences stem from their uniqueness, a remedy to the forlornness prompted by the physical world, a connection to a higher power, an awareness of realities outside the physical plane, and the catalysts for personal transformation. The existence of the subconscious mind is reaffirmed through religion, and life itself takes on a characteristic of bliss that transcends the mundane. In the postscript, James specifies the greatest peace is that which is found in divine union (525); it is clear James' approach is non-dogmatic and empirical because these are personal issues, they cannot be quantified with a formula that fits neatly into a system of numbers. Even if shared qualities can be found across world religions, that isn't the point so much as it is a subtle urge to the reader to find this for themselves.
While I found this book to be a fantastic read, patient in its formulation of arguments and counterarguments, rich in the diversity of literature it draws on, and thorough in its use of footnotes, it ultimately prompts a crisis in me. I relate to an egoic structure I call myself largely through my own book knowledge. Trained in academic philosophy and (I hope) decently-read on other religious / occult texts, the time spent in building an intellectual library where I can distinguish the work of Kant from the work of Hegel loses its importance. I find that my attachments to these experiences are shaken and an existential discomfort is prompted by reading James. I cannot be "the philosopher," just as I cannot be a low-grade Golden Dawn ceremonial magician. These labels are just a passing fancy, a book on a shelf just a dusty trophy in an empty room and force a confrontation with the prime mover underneath my aesthetic delights. Simply put, this is the sin of idolatry.
To speak on my own religious experiences, exceedingly rare events that fall under music, meditation, or drug use have shown me a higher reality. I can be blissful in the experience, but I return to Earth at some point. How do I undergo conversion, how am I to be born again where the psychic surgery the divine performs on me sticks? I don't know. Reading this book makes me want to throw out all my worldly possessions and sit under a tree until the answer dawns on me.