Sadly, this is goodbye. The digital age has played havoc with traditional newspapers across the country, and I’m just a paltry piece of the collateral damage. I take no umbrage with the Tri-City Herald. On the contrary, they were extremely gracious and broadminded to allow a flaming liberal such as I to write in a community populated by so many avid conservatives.
In parting — and because promoting mindfulness has always been my mission — I’d like to tackle a troubling topic that requires a good deal of mindfulness to decipher. It’s about our confused and often conflated notions regarding fiction and reality.
Fiction vs. reality
Fiction is about the stories we spin to inspire and motivate people to action. That’s not always a bad thing. Good stories are needed to kindle any noble mass movement: equality, liberty, and fraternity — to name three.
Never miss a local story.
Reality may be defined as the consequences of stories. Stories in themselves are innocuous fairy tales. But a duplicitous storyteller can whip up an audience into a frenzy of discontent. And that discontent can end in suffering, which is the evidence of reality.
In the 11th century, Pope Urban II spun a compelling story — that it was time for Christians to recover the Holy Lands from Islamic rule. The reality of that story resulted in the death of an estimated 1.7 million soldiers and civilians over two centuries. That suffering was real.
Given the reality of suffering, it is critical to recognize the moral and physical consequences of our stories. A well-crafted tale may rally the troops, but if the consequences are immoral, we have been gravely deceived by the storyteller — just as crusaders were duped by the “glorious emancipation of the Holy Lands,” and, 900 years later, Americans were deceived by the egregious hawking of the invisible “weapons of mass destruction” in Iraq.
The mindfulness of humanism
I believe that humanism is essential in cutting through the ethical questions that arise out of fiction. In its purest form, the humanist looks inward for guidance — beyond the dogmas, beyond the slogans, beyond the political spin. She seeks to be fully mindful.
To adapt a formula from Homo Deus by the renowned historian Yuval Noah Harari, the humanist is guided by this formula: Mindfulness = Experience x Sensitivity
The humanist sits quietly in a room and recalls all of her experiences — all that she has seen, heard or read that registered as moral or immoral, ethical or unethical. She then multiplies that knowledge by sensitivity — that is the probability for suffering. Only then she makes her decision.
For example, imagine that our mindful humanist is deciding who to vote for in a presidential election. She must first consider all she knows about the candidates: What do they stand for? How grounded is their character? How solid is their competence? Then, she must multiply that evidence by the potential spike in suffering. Who will suffer financially? Who will be unable to afford health care? How will our planet fare?
To address the last question, she might recall her reading on global pollution. She’ll remember that pollution is a scourge that kills fifteen times more people than all the violence in the world — including wars. In fact, she will remember that 9 million lives are lost each year through pollution. The magnitude of so much suffering is unconscionable. What candidate cares about this issue?
And then she votes.
My last word
We must never allow fiction to dilute reality. Despite the blaring trumpets, patriotic hymns and waving flags, despite our urge to turn up the volume on Fox News and breathe in all the red herrings that distract us from the putrid scent of duplicity and greed, we must cut through the fiction. A good place to start is to remember the words of the famous scientist and theologian Blaise Pascal: “All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.”
Don’t be duped by the story. Keep your eye on reality. And always be mindful.
Goodbye and be well.
Allen Johnson is the author of The Awakening and Pardon My French. For more of his essays, visit www.booksbyallen.blogspot.com.