Embracing the abyss
By Greg Spearritt
‘The meaning of life’, it turns out, is a phrase with a history. It was first published in 1799, in Friedrich Schlegel’s novel Lucinde, by all accounts a steamy book for its time celebrating an adulterous affair. Schlegel’s own mother wrote that ‘through his novel Fritz has shown himself to me as one who has no religion and no good principles’.
In their book A Defence of Nihilism, James Tartaglia and Tracy Llanera trace the history of nihilism, telling us that the “good and bad twins”, ‘the meaning of life’ and ‘nihilism’, began to catch on in the early 1800s. As their book’s title suggests, they don’t at all see nihilism as the bogeyman.
Indeed, for Tartaglia and Llanera, the nihil is simply the way it is:
there’s nothing wrong with nihilism – it can’t help being true and we were bound to notice the void eventually.
We are not accountable, they say, to a cosmic standard or an existential barometer. If humans wish to flourish, they need to work on it.
In a pluralistic world I find the idea that there is no capital-m Meaning to life unremarkable. There are as many meanings, surely, as there are cultures, and possibly even as there are people.
There are deep resonances here with the attitude and philosophy of Don Cupitt. Meaning is now only possible in the horizontal flow of signs, that is, relations between people: no God’s eye view is possible, because all of language – the only way we can apprehend the world – is humanly-created. We live in an impermanent flux, and we should embrace it positively by saying ‘yes’ to time. Like the water in a fountain there is the illusion of permanence, but in fact we are all drops coming into being and passing away.
An eloquent analysis which takes a different view can be found in John Carroll’s 1998 book Ego and Soul: The Modern West in Search of Meaning (HarperCollins, Sydney). He sets the scene in a way that is every bit as relevant some 20 years later:
At the close of the second millennium the West is lost in a crisis of meaning. Like a rudderless ship it pitches and rolls in the swell of existence… [T]he West has come to spend its psychic energy alternating between struggling in its daily doings to find some higher sense, and grieving at the futility that otherwise threatens to swamp it. (p.1)
Though I fundamentally disagree with his anti-humanist position, Carroll’s book is well worth reading.
I take heed of academic and SOFiA member Neville Buch’s warning concerning existentialists Camus and Sartre: like them, it’s important to stare into the void but not for too long, so as to avoid being trapped by our own reflection. That way lies narcissism.
Making a god of it would be counter-productive, but in essence nihilism in my view is a fairly simple and positive spur to living a good life. It leaves the way we relate to others as our guiding star for living. As Tartaglia and Llanera suggest, it means “we have everything to play for”.
Disclaimer: views represented in SOFiA blog posts are entirely the view of the respective authors and in no way represent an official SOFiA position. They are intended to stimulate thought, rather than present a final word on any topic.
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Nihilism is for the very few.
Escaping from the cage in which the gods have us incarcerated, or from the straight-jacket of morality, would leave most of us dejected, dispirited and despairing.
We would be in a meaningless void.
As most of us are not capable of creating our own meaning, it could be life-threatening.
We have the choice of escaping eg platos cave… when we leave the cave we must trust there will be ground to stand on or have faith we will fly