Try as I might, I can never pin down just what it is to be me. Wherever it is that ‘I’ stand, I stand forever on the edge of things. As do you. And because ‘I’ requires ‘You’, then it follows that I am always looking for you, trying to attain to that infinite horizon which is your perspective, your uniqueness. Scruton calls this the ‘overreaching intentionality of interpersonal attitudes’, but we might as well call it love. After all, it is when I am in love that I try to reach beyond – or through – your face, your lips, your eyes, so as to grasp you. The you that is present in your face but at the same time not there, not identical with it. This overreaching is also what we do when we reason – and it is to be found in the exercise of our freedom. Scruton argues that ‘I-you intentionality projects itself beyond the boundary of the natural world’, and, ‘in doing so, it uncovers our religious need’.
Such a religious frame of mind, Scruton continues, amounts to a ‘reaching out from subject to subject; it searches for a relation that is close, intimate, and personal, with a being who is present in this world though not of this world; and in this reaching out, there is a movement towards sacrifice, in which both self and other might give themselves completely and thereby achieve a reconciliation that lies beyond the reach of ordinary human dialogue’. We experience this searching in love, and we hear it in music. Thus, the atheists’ argument that they can find no evidence of God’s existence is as insufficient as attempting to explain love in terms of reproduction or music in terms of vibration. After all, God may only reveal Himself to those who love Him. Or maybe God is simply not to be found in the universe that He created. Or Maybe God is like the number one: ‘outside space and time… [with] no causal role to play in the physical world.’ But if this is true, and it is the central question of Scruton’s book, then we cannot expect to encounter God anymore than we can expect to meet the number one. But how, then, is it possible for God to ‘be a real presence in the life of His earthly worshippers’? And how is it possible for us to be in love?
There is a crying need for Scruton's sort of attitude that understands that everything rests on human subjectivity
Scruton makes an appeal to religion, the arts, erotic love, friendship and familial ties: all spheres which rely upon that overreaching intentionality which allows us to catch sight of the ‘other person in the I’. It also allows us the possibility of morality, that is, of treating others as people and not as things, as fellow subjects and not objects. Yet Scruton acknowledges the pressing need for this ‘care of the soul’ precisely because it is ‘vanishing from our world today’. We live in a world of contracts rather than obligations; a world where parents are condemned as a jilting generation rather than honoured; a world in which human relationships are being steadily pornified; a world in which the humanities are studied – if they are studied at all – as a means to well-paid job; a world in which there are those who would dismiss the humanities entirely in favour of a natural science of man. What grounds are there for thinking that Scruton’s call for due care of the soul will be listened to?
Scruton is correct that great art and music address ‘us from beyond the borders of the natural world’. But who is listening? And how many still have the courage to discriminate between good music and bad music? When it comes to the sacred rituals of religion, it is not enough to choose to believe in them; you have to be born into them. Who today is born into religion? There is a danger in Scruton’s argument of simply confronting the ongoing despoliation and desecration of the world with the assertion that the sacred persists. No doubt we need society – the order of the covenant – and no doubt it requires non-natural foundations. But it is precisely these that have been eroded. Where can we find a solid foundation for the sacred?
Camus, at the end of The Myth of Sisyphus, finally gives us an image of Sisyphus himself: ‘convinced of the wholly human origin of all that is human, a blind man eager to see who knows that the night has no end, he is still on the go. The rock is still rolling.’ There are echoes of Sartre’s position that ‘one need not hope in order to undertake one’s work’. one should do what one can because one is ‘nothing else but the sum of [one’s] actions.’ Now Sartre defended his position as a realistic optimism – one acts without hope and, in so doing, self-surpasses, transcends oneself. Man is able to exist through the pursuit of transcendent aims. Sartrean ‘optimism’ consists in a belief that man can find himself again and neither can nor needs to be saved from himself – even by God, if God existed. Sartre did not believe He did.
Scruton stands in this line of thought, which is particularly welcome given the overpowering sense of fatalism and cultural pessimism which permeates so much thinking today. There is a crying need for the sort of attitude that understands that everything rests on human subjectivity, indeed, that there is nothing outside human subjectivity. These are desperate times, after all. The authority of Western high culture is shot to pieces; and the authority of the church is such that it stays afloat only because there is still some ballast of belief or principle left to throw overboard. To where can we turn but to voluntarism?
In this sense, maybe Camus was right to cast us as stone-rollers simply because it is our duty to roll stones with commitment and authenticity. There is no need for any further explanation: we must do our duty because it is our duty, regardless of any consequences. The more we demonstrate our courage, perseverance, obedience, love and loyalty simply because we choose to be brave, simply because we choose – on no basis whatsoever - not to be cowards, then that is better for you and me. So far, so good; but which battles are to be fought? What duty should I follow? Orders, after all, are not always to be obeyed.
I see two grounds for optimism over and above the limits of existential humanism. The first is that strange things happen. In the order of nature, there is never anything new under the sun; but in the order of humankind, there is novelty, there is creation and there is destruction. We are born and we die; we are beginners and enders. The birth of a human child is miracle enough, and in that sacred moment the existence of another order in which we see the unique created from the everyday is revealed. The second is that it is precisely the existence of that different order of being which means, as Scruton usefully reminds us, we are always asking ‘why?’ It was in the searching for reasons and for the causes of things that human history began to be written. Even if there is no final ultimate cause to be found on the way of understanding (nor on the way of explanation), we will continue to look for one, and, in that sense, there is much in being human that presupposes, and relies upon, our looking for God.
Angus Kennedy is convenor of The Academy. His new book, Being Cultured: In Defence of Discrimination, is published by Imprint Academic. (Order this book from Amazon (UK).)
The Soul of the World, by Roger Scruton, is published by Princeton University Press. (Buy this book from Amazon(UK).)