MR. DERBYSHIRE DEMANDS “evidence” of God and Heaven (“Heavens to
Betsy,” TAS, June 2012), but since there is plenty of
evidence what he really seems to want is proof. Well, proof he will
not get, but of course he can offer no proof either. And, as I say,
there is plenty of evidence.
Consider, to give just the most obvious example, the Gospels,
not to mention the rest of the New Testament and the Old. Now, you
can attack their veracity, just as a lawyer in court can attack the
veracity of some document, but you cannot say that it is not
evidence. And their veracity actually holds up rather well, by the
way.
Mr. Derbyshire also attacks C.S. Lewis, but offers little
besides name-calling, and with that limited to Lewis’s mythic and
poetic children’s stories, not his more forthright apologetics. Of
these, Mr. Derbyshire apparently started to read, but never
finished, only one.
And of the latter, Mr. Derbyshire says only—in response to
Lewis’s famous liar-lunatic-lord trilemma—that perhaps Jesus was
just “mistaken.” Now here again, Lewis did not purport to offer
proof, but only a way of evaluating the evidence. And it is,
pace Mr. Derbyshire, quite persuasive. To think
(mistakenly) that one is God is not like thinking (mistakenly) that
it is Tuesday instead of Wednesday-it is the kind of mistake that
only lunatics make.
Mr. Derbyshire, poor soul, is trying very hard not to believe.
So as Mr. Lewis said, he risks God concluding for him, “Very
well—THY will be done,” and thus to Hell rather than to Heaven with
him. Why run such a risk? Why not follow his fellow mathematician
Blaise Pascal, and choose instead to cultivate one’s faith rather
than try so hard not to? There is much more to win than to
lose.
- Roger Clegg, Fairfax, Virginia
John Derbyshire replies:
I AM OBLIGED to Mr. Clegg for his attention to my piece. I
should like to offer him some satisfaction, but alas, in between
submitting that article and seeing Mr. Clegg’s response, I was
directed by a friend to the book Mere Odinism by Cnut
Snorri Leifsson. I found C.S. Leifsson’s arguments entirely
convincing, and am now a devoted worshipper of the Æsir and
Vanir.
I urge Mr. Clegg to abandon the false, womanish, and oriental
religion of Yahweh and embrace the true European faith of Odinism.
I hope he will do so; I hope, after our earthly dissolution, we
shall meet together in Freyja’s fields, and quaff many a jug of
mead together with the heroes of Valhalla, as scop and gleeman
regale us with heroic ballads of our ancestors. Now THAT’S a
heaven!
I ought to tell him further that I have changed my name in honor
of my new confession and should henceforth be known as Johan
Bloodaxe.
I WAS READING through the John Fund article, “The One
Percenters’ Fortress City,” in the June issue and lingered over the
striking photo on page 59. The sunlit aerial shot was a view to the
south over the White House and beyond it the Washington Monument,
all as expected, and then, to the east, the Lincoln Memorial. Whoa!
To the EAST?
- Scot McConachie, Des Plaines, IL
Managing editor Kyle Peterson replies:
IT’S SIMPLE ECONOMICS. If one job is created by a young
ne’er-do-well or Occupy Wall Street protester (but I repeat myself)
throwing a cinderblock through a Citibank plate-glass window, think
how many jobs would be created by rearranging D.C.’s massive
stoneworks.
The project actually began quietly—though in earnest—early last
year. The National Mall now runs north to south, and the Pentagon
has been relocated to Maryland. Workers say the job will be
complete once the White House and FDR memorial stand cheek by jowl
atop Capitol Hill.
Mnestheus| 8.22.12 @ 5:49PM
"The project actually began quietly—though in earnest—early last year. The National Mall now runs north to south, and the Pentagon has been relocated to Maryland. "
May we presume that this completes the reversal of political symmetry and national fortune that began when palaeotrotskyites morphed into neocons and began moving to Bloomington?
As to Johan Bloodaxe's religious revisionism , more Cthulhu he.
North America's only true-blue theogeny is that of the Beothuk Scraelings of Newfoundland, who until their extirpation piously mantained the universe to be a hairball upchucked when Father Beaver was sexual assaulted by the Great Woverine.