This Place Is Crazy

With apologies to the various back-to-nature promoters of whose fervor knows no equal; we aren’t natural people. And this isn’t a natural world.On the contrary, we’ve lived in a supernatural world with supernatural souls for so long that we’ve decided it natural, and thus boring, when nothing could be further from the truth. We are a book read twice, and the antidote to this monotonous re-read can only be a third read. Then we will see ourselves for the first time, in the shining light of dawn. Thus, as a remedy to the plethora of lackluster, materialistic interpretations of the ourselves, I offer for examination- the hiker. The hiker, in a fierce sort of passion, climbs great lumps of rock over long periods of time, not to get anywhere, but to get back where he started. This sort of action is so contrary to natural behavior, so scandalously shocking in and of itself, that I consider it every man’s duty to consider it, if only for the duration of this piece.

We’ve all heard of the nursery rhyme regarding a certain bear who, in the spirit of adventure, went over the mountain to “see what he could see”. Unlike most nursery rhymes, which contain as much truth as scripture, this is a barefaced lie. Burn any written copies of it you own, and hang any who dare recite it. There is no bear that would climb a mountain for the view, and the view alone. I hold this as a truth and a dogma: Under the limits of human experience and the scope of human observance, a bear may climb, but no bear hikes. No animal hikes.

Man and man alone feels some inexplicable need to challenge himself to climb a rock, wasting energy, adding danger, risking life – a thing no animal does outside of necessity. Humans, it seems, are Darwin’s true Achilles’ heel. We seem to enjoy making the Survival of the Fittest more difficult for ourselves, when we aren’t ignoring it altogether. This is not the result of intelligence, as materialists love to blame our morality on, for there are few things more idiotic and more enjoyable then climbing a mountain to get to the top. It cannot be dismissed as the mere good feeling of exercise, as we have a clear preference for hiking over jumping in place for an hour. It is not inspired by the need to be a stronger person more able to reproduce, as our muscles tend to be a pleasant afterthought after the ordeal, and for the majority of us, any other form of exercise would be more convenient and less dangerous. We are either supernatural or inexplicably stupid. Choose one, but be forewarned, the latter makes it difficult to hold a strong position in a debate.

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This fact becomes ever more apparent when we consider the greater fallacy of the bear; that he not only hiked, but hiked for the view. We feel a native disappointment for the bear when all he sees is “the other side of the mountain”, apparently forgetting that man climbs the mountain to see the same thing, and is not disappointed but fulfilled. Christians are still in the habit of wildly pointing to sunsets and crying, “Look! How can you say there is no God?” They miss the point. The sunset is not the magic, its the fact that we believe it to be magic that is magic. Not to push the point too far, but I imagine the honest atheist could resist the powerful charms of the sunset, but if he had any understanding of the Darwinism he lived by, he would fall at the feet of the wildly pointing Christian and declare that there is a God. The fact that we seek and appreciate beauty screams of something wonderfully wrong with us. What animal seeks a great lump of rock and finds it so admirable that it will sit and stare, and do nothing else? Dare I suggest that our surprised astonishment at these ordinary rocks and trees might mean we do not belong here? That are they are shocking because they are gifts?

YouTube Preview ImageWhen we do things there is no natural explanation for, like loving, believing in God, sacrificing our lives, caring for other species, painting, playing bluegrass around fires, writing books promoting atheism, and other such trifles, we live like we are supposed to, whether we admit or otherwise. We live supernaturally. Acknowledging this forces us to to treat our brothers and sisters, not like tools, not like toys, but images of God. And the world grows that much more sensible.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/16519052515749820015 Aimee Christine

    Thank you for posting this! also, awake my soul has been my favorite for a while now. a beautiful song… absolutely. makes me want to fly. ….and hike, for that matter.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740611327082314715 Sean

    "Not to push the point too far, but I imagine the honest atheist could resist the powerful charms of the sunset, but if he had any understanding of the Darwinism he lived by, he would fall at the feet of the wildly pointing Christian and declare that there is a God."I'm a little confused, and seek clarification. What about Darwinism makes him fall at the Christian's feet? Is it what you were saying earlier, that humans defy Darwin's "survival of the fittest?"

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12679230722483582032 Marc

    Yes.Darwinism basically takes as an assumption that we humans behave as animals. That we would do something as pointless and distracting from reproduction as seeking beauty, truth, fulfillment etc. The fact that we, unlike any animals, can appreciate a sunset, would seem to indicate that we are something more than animals. And it cannot be discounted by saying we are merely intelligent animals, because what intelligence is there in staring at rocks, sunsets or pools of water and finding peace and fulfillment?

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/06868958164647396469 cliff

    Facebook has blocked this post. I've sent a message, hope it changes.

  • Mike

    Very good. Probably not persuasive to the hardcore atheist, but it would be enjoyable to watch them attempt to refute it.

    On the other hand, it’s good to point out the very simple things that can affirm our faith even without us seeking them out, even without us consciously realizing that our faith was shaken in the first place. How very frequently I find a bad day or dark mood fading to irrelevance by the happy accident of some barely observed thing of beauty: birdsong outside the window at just the right time, a glance to the side while stuck in rush hour traffic that just happens to reveal sunlight against the mountains in just the most perfect way that you’ve probably seen a thousand times before but never noticed until just this moment. These are things that just make me want to cry out, “My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my savior! The Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is His name!”


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