Well, this may be a darker toned one, but it may be interesting. Let us suppose that there is one inexplicable psychological phenomena that defies explanation. Let us call it “Pain”, it is an tormenting experience, and not often rated very highly in “hedons” ( https://wiki.lesswrong.com/wiki/Hedon ) in fact some have gone so far to create a term called “dolor” (apparently) to describe it. Having created some sort of image of this concept, let us go further, and state most philosophies/religions are about allaying such concept.
Stoicism, detaching from things that may cause pain. The same goes for Buddhism, and I’m sure plenty of others that are eluding me right now. Why is this so? If Pain is the only psychological phenomena that we can be certain of experiencing. Why would we want to negate suffering? What is so surreal about pain that we can’t accept it into our lives? Instead we blunt it out, and are we in turn blunting ourselves? We censor others that offend us, and we avoid anything that seems harsh. To me, at least, it seems that we are.
I should mention that I don’t see myself as a sadist, or a masochist. I just think that pain, as an authentic experience shouldn’t be ignored. Dig into it, and extract the wound. There’s the remark of, “Doctor, Heal Thyself!”, but if Doctors, and nonetheless ourselves, are unwilling to reach into our own personal pits of turmoil to extract the thorn that causes us grief. Just what are we actually doing?
As I sit here writing, and composing my thoughts for this article. I keep coming back to a notion of Christianity. I know very little of it as a doctrine, and I’m laity when it comes to actually having read the Bible. And yet, from my cursory knowledge/experience of it. It does not seem like a light airy religion, it seems to have a fairly dark edge to it which is oddly attractive. Call it a morbid curiosity, or an attraction to the Dark Side (of the force).
Consider for a moment, this thought, taken out of context, perhaps, of Jesus himself. A man stripped down, flogged, and nailed, I repeat nailed to a Cross. He was made to carry his own impending device of suffering 600 meters (~2000 ft). That does not seem like a doctrine that would entail much dignity for the guilty (unlike what we “civilized” folk have now for suffering and shame). Crowned with a briar of thorns, Jesus did this, and endured it.
At this point I just want to cry both emotionally, and spiritually. I just want to scream out, “Look here! This Man of Faith, this King, and Son of God. Brought low by fellow man, and debased of all worth! High claims rent to ground. His bones, dust, his blood, ash, and yet he lives on!”
Now taking into context our daily lives, they don’t seem so bad now, do they? We may suffer the stones, and arrows of verbal assaults (on occasion). Even more rarely, physical assaults. Although, does any of us know true suffering? To be called, “King of the Jews”?
Oddly, I’m reminded of those bracelets of, “What Would Jesus Do?”. Well, from this superficial understanding, he’d voluntarily accept his suffering, and not reject the “Burden of God/Cross”.
If I knew nothing else about the figure of Jesus, the aforementioned alone would inspire me with a sense of respect if not admiration. I mean consider how easily do we take flight for moments of respite, or offshore responsibility for our misdeeds onto others? Did, and does Humanity deserve Jesus?
I don’t know, we apparently did, but I don’t know.