The Olympics as “Existential Narcotic”: How Michael Phelps Represses Our Fear of Death

The Olympics as “Existential Narcotic”: How Michael Phelps Represses Our Fear of Death August 2, 2012

What do Michael Phelps, the new “Fab Five” and the U.S. men’s basketball team all have in common? They all help us suppress (and repress) our existential anxieties: Our unsettling, subconscious realization of finitude, our fear of death, and our fear of the cultural “other.”

It’s been interesting reading through Richard Beck’s The Authenticity of Faith during these Olympics. Beck masterfully unpacks what he sees as the greatest apologetic challenge to religion in the present moment: The seemingly coherent (and at least partially persuasive) explanation of the “functional” instrumentality of religion. To put it bluntly, religion helps us get along psychologically and emotionally in a world that otherwise might seem existentially intolerable: a world characterized by suffering, randomness, meaninglessness and punctuated by the inevitability and universality of death. This is, of course, Freud’s massively significant challenge to the normativity and authority of religion. Freud said that humans need religion (well, most of us do)–or at least have been trained to think we need religion, to survive or to thrive. And in a collective, Darwinian fashion, religion functions as a buttress for the survival of our species.

It’s not only religion that functions this way. Lots of other cultural phenomena are put to use in managing (suppressing / repressing) our collective existential terror (Ernest Becker). So back to the Olympics: What better way to forget about our mortality than by watching someone do something heroic–and seemingly immortal? When fellow human beings push the limits of the humanly possible it gives us a sense of exuberance and of momentary invincibility. I feel that way when I see swimmers chasing the yellow world-record line (Soni, anyone?) What’s a world record if not a kind of quest for immortality?  We want to follow in their wake into eternal significance — or at least forget our finite limits for a moment.

We had no idea Phelps and Lochte and Douglass and Wieber were doing all that, right? But that’s precisely the point. It only works if we aren’t aware that’s it’s working–if it stays in the depths of our subscious–or if we’re good at stowing away the realization and getting on with our “workaday lives” (Beck). So in the spirit of NBC and the Today’s shows Missy Franklin promotional gaffe, I’m spoiling it.

I know what you’re thinking:  “The Olympics as existential narcotic?” It sounds disrespectful or at the very least cynical. I feel that way too. It’s as if a beautiful, celebrated, and “pure” event of human excellence gets whittled down to a brute instrument of psychological repression. Surely that’s not a sufficient way to think about the greatest athletic stage in the world.

That’s a valid objection. The explanatory success of science is helpful–but limited–in getting at the core reality of an event like the Olympics (and even more limited in explaining the depths of religion). We might say that, as with the experience of art, or music, or love, or prayer, in the Olympics we experience (perhaps) traces of transcendence, or real presences  (George Steiner) which defy a “merely” psychological or solely social science analysis. Same thing is true, though to a higher degree, of religion. Religion, in fact, is the result of human response to the experience of divine presence. And this is a major implication of Beck’s analysis–that Freud cannot whittle religion down to pure, psychological function. In the end, the Olympics might resist such reduction, too.

In any case, it’s been fascinating to reflect on the Olympics through the lens of “existential narcotics.” Who needs drugs when you’ve got Michael Phelps, Aly Raisman and Kevin Durant speeding us off into immortality?

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  • Yes. It seemed to me that Phelp’s achievement of the most medals won ever (Greatest Olympian), confirms our sense of superiority over the past. We’ve “evolved” to a new level of invincibility.

    • Kyle Roberts

      yes….and now if we can just beat China, we’ll be “the best,” culturally speaking, and can firmly establish our sense of invincibility (for another four years, anyway) 🙂

  • Hominid

    Thanx for once again telling us what we already know – Homo sapiens are delusional.

  • Aaron

    Hey Kyle,

    Have you read Richard Beck’s “Slavery unto Death” Series on his blog?

    I have been chewing on this all summer

    • Kyle Roberts

      Aaron, I haven’t–but I’ll have to check that out. Thanks for the suggestion.

  • John Murphy

    Yes, your view is (sadly) cynical. I prefer the positive approach of rejoicing with those who rejoice, and honoring great achievement, sometimes against long odds —USA women’s first ever team fencing bronze comes to mind.

  • Kyle Roberts

    John, there’s nothing that says you can’t have some awareness of the “scientific mechanisms” underlying our human motivations and also “rejoice with those who rejoice.” In any case, my point in this post was to say that Freud’s explanations (and Becker + terror management theory) might be convincing to a point, but we (Christians) cannot go all the way with them. Motivations and human psychology in general cannot be “reduced” to such motivations. If they are so reduced, then yes, we are left in a (sadly) cynical state of mind.

  • Susan N.

    I have not watched a single Olympic event on TV, and have only read snippets of what is happening in blogger comments, such as this. That probably speaks to my lack of enthusiasm for rah-rah super achievers (or ‘heroes’). It bores me, frankly. I’m truly touched and inspired by the “quiet heroes” among us; and there are so many who live and love well.

    As far as faith functioning as an existential defense mechanism, I believe that we all experience existential dread and have our preferred coping mechanisms (e.g., bourbon or God or Batman). It’s good to be self-aware of these inner maneuvers. I think where this potentially becomes hurtful is the point at which one must force others to use the same “narcotic” or attempt to “cure” another person of his or her denial/delusions of death. If love is the opposite of fear, then wouldn’t it make sense to be a sacrament of love to a fearful person? To what end is this self-knowledge freeing and beneficial to others (versus just another self-esteem project)? ~Peace~