Thursday, December 20, 2012

An Atheist Christmas


Hey guys! So yeah, I don't know how many people read this or saw my last post, but those who do are aware by now that I'm an atheist. In fact, this Christmas is my fourth Christmas as a non-theist. A lot of people wonder what Christmas is like for atheists. Many other people assume what Christmas is like for atheists—the season just wouldn't be complete without Facebook posts and forwarded emails about how the evil atheists are trying to destroy Christmas by getting rid of nativity scenes in front of courthouses and forcing people to say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas.” There's a war on Christmas, didn't you know?

I'm not going to pretend that there aren't some nutty atheists out there, although I've never met any (online or in real life). But most atheists in the western world actually enjoy and participate in Christmas. You may also be surprised to learn that most atheists object to the commercialism and materialism that accompanies the season just as much as any Christian. These misconceptions stem from the fact that Christmas is undeniably a religious holiday, at least in origin. How could an atheist enjoy that? The answer is complex and varies from individual to individual, but the root of the answer is that Christians don't own Christmas.

This is a pretty brazen assumption on its face. It's called Christmas, after all! Christ's mass! We celebrate Jesus's birth on Christmas! Hold on just one minute, though. Let's talk about the history of Christmas. You probably know that winter celebrations and holidays were around long before Christianity was a thing. Most of our modern Christmas traditions aren't Christian in origin at all, but are repurposed pagan traditions. During the middle ages, one way the Christian church (the Catholic church really, but at the time that was the same thing) spread its beliefs to the heathens was through an age-old process called syncretism. Syncretism is essentially the process where one religious group assimilates the traditions of another religious group, often under a new name. A great example of this is the incorporation of the Greek pantheon into the Roman religion—Zeus became Jupiter, Aphrodite became Venus, and so on. The same thing happened with Catholicism and various pagan traditions. Saturnalia, Yule, Solstice, and other celebrations became Christmas in the Christian tradition. Christians simply did what countless other religious traditions had done before them, and adopted and adapted the conventions of other groups to fit their own system. Over time, Christians adopted the traditions of those groups and incorporated them into their own holiday, giving new meaning to those traditions.

My point in describing this is to demonstrate that saying that Christ is the reason for Christmas makes very little sense when you consider the history of the holiday. If Christianity never existed, we would still probably celebrate some kind of winter festival today. In fact, if Christmas really had originated as a celebration of Christ's birth, assuming such a thing happened and assuming that the Biblical account is accurate, we would be celebrating it in the springtime, not the wintertime.

Despite all this, of course, Christmas does have a long Christian tradition and is heavily imbued with Christian meaning—which is exactly what you'd expect from a syncretically adopted holiday, but that doesn't change the cultural and religious importance of Christmas to modern Christians. But to say that only Christians can derive any significant meaning from the holiday ignores the very origins of that holiday. Sometimes I wonder if the Roman pagans complained about Christianity's co-opting of Saturnalia in much the same fashion that Christians complain about atheists having their own spin on the holiday.

So, back to the original topic: atheists and Christmas. What does Christmas actually mean to me? As an atheist, obviously the message of “Jesus is born, yay!” doesn't mean a whole lot to me. But many of the traditional messages of Christmas still have meaning for me. “Peace on earth, good will to men (and women)” is a sentiment that I think everyone, regardless of religious beliefs, can get behind. I like the traditions of Christmas—spending time with family, giving gifts and making treats. I like the decorations and the music. In fact, I generally prefer religious Christmas music to tunes like “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer”, which generally annoy me. At its root, both today and throughout its various incarnations in various cultures and religions, Christmas is a winter festival, and I enjoy that aspect of it. Perhaps most importantly, celebrating Christmas as an atheist has forced me to think through and articulate to myself the meaning of the holiday in my own life, which is always a useful endeavor. Socrates said that the unexamined life is not worth living, and perhaps the unexamined holiday is not worth celebrating. 

Merry Christmas!

Sunday, October 7, 2012

An explanation



Three years ago I started college at BYU-Idaho. I was ridiculously excited--I began counting down the days from the moment I received my acceptance letter. A lot has happened since then. I have been counting down the days to graduation since I had more than 500 days left. Some of you reading this blog may have known me before I started school. Others of you may have met me during my time there. Naturally, a lot has changed in that time. I don't think anyone goes away to college or moves away from home without changing somewhat, and I'm no exception. I've learned to think in ways that I'm not used to thinking. I've been exposed to new ideas and met new people. Most of all, I've learned what it means to think for myself. Those of you who know me well know that I feel compelled to question anything and everything. Sometimes I do it purely to enjoy a good debate, and sometimes I'm being serious. I'm not always the most tactful person when it comes to debate, I'm afraid, but I think that I've learned how to be tactful when it is necessary. At least, I try to be tactful when it is necessary. That is what I am trying to do here.

During my first year of college, I spent a lot of time reading, praying, and thinking, and after what I can only describe as the most difficult time in my life, I came to the conclusion that I cannot muster any sort of belief in any sort of deity. I assure you, this is not a decision that I made lightly. The day when I first allowed myself to face my doubt was the most frightening of my life. The day when I finally let go of my futile search for rational reasons to believe in the supernatural was one of the most freeing. I'll try not to bore you or offend you with excessive details as to the reasons behind my decision. But at the very least I will try to help some of you understand, if I can, that I gave my decision the time and consideration that it deserved.

In the fall of 2009, sometime in October, I began having serious doubts about the truth of the LDS church. I'd put a lot of issues on the shelf over the years, and when I mustered the courage to face them, I found a lot more than I bargained for. Eventually, it came to a head. Late one night in my dorm at BYU-I, I realized that I couldn't believe in the church any longer. It was frightening, and over the next several months I went through a very difficult but very rewarding period of questioning and exploration. I spent a lot of time praying during this time. I spent many hours late at night locked in the bathroom, praying and crying and wishing for an answer. I did everything I was supposed to, everything that I had been taught that would bring answers. I waited for an answer, for some sort of resolution, some reason to believe. It never came.

The last time I prayed, really prayed, is one of my clearest memories. It was about two years ago now. I had been struggling for months with my doubt. I was emotionally and intellectually ripped apart and I needed to find some measure of closure. I couldn't do it anymore. I walked up the hill to the Rexburg temple and sat on the grass for several hours. I watched the sun go down and the stars come out. I prayed, cried, and thought for all of that time. I don't know what I was expecting, to be honest. But whatever I was expecting, nothing happened. After a few hours went by I looked up at the sky and thought, I've done everything I can. I've prayed. I've read. I've thought. I've waited. I have to let this go. If I'm going to be honest, then I have to admit that I do not and cannot believe. And that's okay.

I'm painfully aware that most, if not all, of you will find reasons to judge me and to rationalize my experiences. But in the end, they are mine, and I have found my peace. I cannot describe how wonderful it is to be free of constant cognotive dissonance. I don't expect anyone to agree with me or my decisions, and frankly everyone is free to make of them what they will. My purpose in writing this blog post is not to justify myself. It's just that I've spent a very long time pretending to be something that I am not and to believe things that I do not, and I'm tired of pretending. This is who I am. I am finally being honest with others as well as myself.

I am a graduate of BYU-Idaho, and I am an atheist.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Thoughts on Failure



I failed a class in college. Accounting 333: Advanced Spreadsheet Applications. It was basically a class on how to program for Excel in Microsoft VBA. Funnily enough, I liked the class. I liked programming. I failed for a lot of reasons. The biggest one was probably my own laziness--I took the class during my second-to-last semester and was getting burned out. I didn't work as hard or as effectively as I did for my first six semesters. I had other issues as well--I was coming out of a rather nasty bout of depression (I got on meds about a month or so into the semester). Not only was I sick of school in general, I hated my school.

Even so, failing a class was a heavy blow for me. I was used to As with the occasional B. Seriously, the worst grade I'd ever gotten in my life was a B. You can imagine the shock. It was a hit to the ego as well as the GPA. I retook the class the next semester (and passed, thank the FSM). But I did learn some things.

First, I learned that there are some things in life that I do have to put lots of time into. Learning has come pretty easily to me most of my life, and I was accustomed to being able to BS an A or a B if I didn't like the subject matter. I wasn't able to do that with Accounting 333. I had to work at it.

Second, I learned that failing doesn't make you a failure. The thing that failing does do is show the kind of person you are by your reaction to it. What did I learn about myself? I learned that I'm a perfectionist. ("This F is a black mark on my LIFE!" ) I learned that I needed to quit being a lazy bum. And I learned that things that you think are the end of the world, really aren't the end of the world. Really. Most of the time.

Thirdly, I learned that I need to apply the generosity I give others to myself as well. I've had friends and roommates who failed classes, and I always told them, "that sucks. It's okay though. Sometimes it takes a couple tries to get something right; it doesn't mean you're dumb. Just try again." But I didn't apply that to myself. That was actually pretty arrogant of me. What, other people might need more time to learn things, but I don't? Shut up, former self. You're full of it.

Finally, I learned that I needed to stop basing so much of my self-worth on my accomplishments. It was something I did subconsciously, and it was an easy thing to do because a lot of stuff came easily to me. But it doesn't say much about me if I'm good at things that come easily to me, does it?

In the end, failing Accounting 333 was a good thing for me. I learned some things that I might not have, had I passed the class with flying colors. Humility is a hard lesson to learn, and I still suck at it sometimes, but it's important.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Update: Life

I haven't posted in a long time, and I haven't written an actual "blog post" in an even longer time. I've been busy. This blog has a total of eight followers, most of whom I'm not actually in touch with anymore. However, I'm going to try to update reasonably often.

Highlights: I graduated from BYU-Idaho last month. That was SUPER exciting. I also got engaged. It's officially announced as of last week. This is also SUPER exciting. I'm looking for a job. This is not so exciting. I've started going to the gym. This is moderately exciting. I've also come out of the closet as an atheist. This has also been exciting, although perhaps not as fun.

Recent topics of thought: Politics. Obviously. I'll keep it brief, but let's just say I'm not terribly impressed with Paul Ryan or the recent Todd Akin scandal. Seems like these things just keep on coming.

Reading. My post-graduation reading list consists primarily of fiction, because I'm pretty much intellectually worn out on nonfiction. I'll be reading George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire Series and Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn trilogy for starters. After that maybe I'll poke my head into some other genres.

Wedding. Wedding planning is a monster. Seriously, why is everything so expensive? I seriously want to elope.

That'll do for now. I'll probably update again sometime soon, when I think of something interesting to say.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Blue Lips and Overmen: Regina Spektor and the Philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche

The following is a paper that I wrote about a year ago for my Modern Philosophy class. The assignment was to pick one of the philosophers that we had studied that semester and apply his thought to a musician, movie, TV show, or other element of popular culture. I was going through my old files and read through it again, and liked it enough to post it here.


Blue Lips and Overmen: Regina Spektor and the Philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche
Philosophy 202              Winter 2011
The music of Regina Spektor, like that of many modern artists, has a decidedly existential character. Her pieces describe the experiences of a single individual, sometimes named, more often not. Oftentimes the individual is an unnamed “I,” which contributes to the existential character of the song and can create an almost solipsistic mood. Spektor's work tends to be abstract and ambiguous, especially in its references to religion.
One example of this existential character is Spektor's piece entitled “Man of a Thousand Faces.” The song starts off describing a very small moment of the man's experience—he is sitting at a table, eating a lump of sugar, and looking at the moon.
Now he sits down at the table
right next to the window
and begins his quiet ascension
without anyone’s sturdy instruction
to a place that no religion
has found a path to or a likeness1
This particular piece seems to imply a rejection of religion, in the character of Friedrich Nietzsche's assertion that “God is dead.”2 The man's meditation takes him to a place where religion cannot reach. Nietzsche asserts that religion is limiting, and that it keeps people from reaching their true potential. In Thus Spake Zarathustra, he writes of priests: “Pretty intellects and comprehensive souls these herdsmen had: but my brethren, what small territories hitherto have been even the most comprehensive souls!”3 For Nietzsche, religion prescribes the territory of the soul. It limits it. And in Spektor's piece The Man of a Thousand Faces, the unnamed man has released himself from these bonds and killed God. He goes to a place “where no religion has found a path to, or a likeness.” For Nietzsche, God is dead because he is no longer relevant to the way people structure their lives. The man of a thousand faces does not find religion relevant to his quiet ascension. He has, in the existentialist sense, realized himself and become an Overman—one who is himself, who is his own. An Overman, Bernd Magnus says, is “the nonspecific representation, the undetermined embodiment if you will, of a certain attitude toward life and the world—the attitude which finds them worthy of infinite repetition.”4 To be an Overman is to fully realize yourself in such a way that you would want to live your life all over again without alteration.
Another of Spektor's songs, Blue Lips, has more existential imagery which can be interpreted as describing the development of an Overman. The protagonist of this piece is, yet again, an unnamed “he.” He starts off by meeting faith—
He stumbled into faith and thought
God, this is all there is?
The pictures in his mind arose
And began to breathe
And all the gods and all the worlds
Began colliding on a backdrop of blue5
The man finds faith, and he finds it insufficient. It is not enough for him—is this all there is? His own mind begins to take over, and he begins to create his world for himself. And for Nietzsche, this is philosophy. Philosophy is autobiography. In Beyond Good and Evil, he writes: “It has gradually become clear to me what every philosophy up till now has consisted of—namely, the confession of its originator, and a species of involuntary and unconscious auto-biography.”6 Further, Nietzsche believes that philosophy is not motivated by the will to know, but to be, to have power, to control the world and make it one's own.7 Another excerpt from Blue Lips says,
And all the people hurried fast, real fast
And no one ever smiled.
. . .
And no one saw and no one heard
They just followed the lead
. . .
They started off beneath the knowledge tree
And they chopped it down to make white picket fences
And marching along the railroad tracks
They smiled real wide for the camera lens
As they made it past the enemy lines
Just to become enslaved in the assembly lines8

This can be interpreted to be a description of how Nietzsche viewed the world of people in general. Most people are not Overmen—that is, people who are fully themselves and have realized their will to power. Most people are followers, underlings—or, to use Spektor's imagery, assembly line slaves. This is because becoming an Overman is not easy. It requires being hard on oneself; it requires the sacrifice of security. The “they” in the song are not willing to do this. They chop down the knowledge tree and use it to construct white picket fences—fitting representations of the traditional morality that the Overman rejects and goes beyond. They think they are happy, they think they have achieved fulfillment, when in reality they are slaves. They have not realized themselves.


The “he” in the piece however—he becomes an Overman. As the people around him become mindless, unrealized drones, the pictures in his mind awake, and “begin to breed.” His will to power and autobiographical philosophy grow to their full potential, and the song ends with the refrain:
Blue lips, blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away
Blue, the most human color
Blue lips, blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away9
Why is blue “the most human color”? Blue is a color we associate with cold, but it is also a color that means life. From space, Earth looks blue because of its water, and water is necessary for life. Without water—without the color blue—there is no humanity, and no Overman. If to become an Overman is to fully realize one's humanity, then it is fitting that blue should be the most human color.
One last example will serve to examine the Nietzschean existentialism that runs throughout Spektor's work. In this piece, entitled “Two Birds,” two birds are sitting on a wire and one wants to fly away, while the other stays safely on the wire. Here again we see a contrast between an Overman and an unrealized person.
Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other
Watches him close
From that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar

Two birds on a wire
One says come on
And the other says
I'm tired

Two birds of a feather
Say that they're always
Gonna stay together
But one's never goin' to
Let go of that wire
He says that he will
But he's just a liar

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other . . . 10
Here, the first bird is exploring himself and becoming an Overman, but the other is afraid. He does not want to leave his safe, comfortable existence. The piece ends in the middle of a sentence, without saying what exactly it is that the second bird does in the end. The listener, however, can assume that this bird never does fly away like the other one. He watches the first bird closely, perhaps wishing to fly away, but he makes excuses: “I'm tired.”
Throughout Regina Spektor's body of work, a recurring theme is that of the Overman. Some characters in her pieces sometimes explore themselves and find that they have entered, or perhaps created, a world of depth and beauty where they are fully themselves. Other characters remain stagnant, refusing to grow and fully realize themselves. They sacrifice the knowledge tree for a white picket fence, or they choose to remain safely sitting on a wire. Spektor invites listeners to look inside themselves and examine their lives. Which are you—the bird on the wire, or the one that flies?

Bibliography
Lyrics.time: A Lyrics Website. http://www.lyricstime.com/. Accessed April 2, 2011.
Magnus, Bernd. “Perfectibility and Attitude in Nietzsche's 'Übermensch'.” The Review of Metaphysics 36, no. 3 (March 1983): 633-659.
Nietzsche, Friedich. Beyond Good and Evil. Translated by Helen Zimmern. New York: The Macmillan Company, 1907.
Nietzsche, Friedrich. Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None. Translated by Alexander Tille. London: T. Fisher Unwin, 1908.


        Endnotes
1 Lyrics.time: A Lyrics Web Site, “Man of a Thousand Faces,” http://www.lyricstime.com/regina-spektor-man-of-a-thousand-faces-lyrics.html, accessed April 2, 2011.

2 Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None, trans. Alexander Tille (London: T. Fisher Unwin, 1908), 118.

3 Ibid., 121.

4 Bernd Magnus, “Perfectibility and Attitude in Nietzsche's 'Übermensch,'” The Review of Metaphysics 36, no. 3 (March 1983), 643.

5 Lyrics.time: A Lyrics Website, “Blue Lips,” http://www.lyricstime.com/regina-spektor-blue-lips-lyrics.html, accessed April 2, 2011.

6 Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, trans. Helen Zimmern (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1907), 6-7.

7 Ibid., 7-8.

8 Lyricstime, “Blue Lips”

9 Ibid.

10 Lyricstime: A Lyrics Website, “Two Birds,” http://www.lyricstime.com/regina-spektor-two-birds-lyrics.html, accessed April 2, 2011.






Sunday, January 29, 2012

Passion and Obligation

In my experience, there are two ways of doing most things: the easy way and the hard way. And when I say "easy," I don't mean "unchallenging." But here's the thing--when you care about something, it's a lot easier to do it. I'll give an example. Last semester, my favorite class was History 380: US Constitutional History and Law. I love law, especially the philosophy of law. I find it fascinating and very relevant. The class was supposed to be one of the most difficult offered by the history department, and in a sense it was--it required consistent effort and intellectual rigor on my part. It wasn't a class that one could just breeze through. It was challenging. But I didn't find the class all that hard, because I loved every minute of it.

And that's the difference. When you are passionate about something, it's not hard to get yourself to do it. But I find that when I don't care about something, I can't get myself to do it--at least not very easily. I have to talk myself into it, bribe myself (if I do this one assignment, then after I finish I'll do Constitutional Law homework!), and trick myself into doing it. But when I'm passionate about the work, even though it's work, the work is its own reward. I want to do it. I enjoy the challenge and the intellectual stimulation of it.

That's all well and good. But one of the things I'm trying to teach myself is how to become passionate about things that aren't particularly thrilling to me at first blush. For example, this semester I am taking a senior seminar course on what amounts to economic history in the 18th and 19th centuries. That's not exactly my favorite field of history. I like intellectual history, and observing how human thought and ideas affect the course of human events. The development of the Britain's industries and transportation infrastructure simply doesn't sing to me in the way that, say, Renaissance humanism does. So, in internet terms--wat do?

The answer, for me at least, seems to be that I need to find connections between what I have to do and what I love to do. When I do everything that I do out of a sense of obligation, I eventually become unhappy, bored, and stressed. I procrastinate, wear myself out by cramming at the last minute, and then don't retain anything. I need to find a way to become passionate about the things that I have to do anyway. So I have to learn about the development of industrial infrastructure in the 18th and 19th century. How does that development affect the way people view themselves and their surroundings? How do people react to these changes? And how did those reactions, in turn, shape the course of the Industrial Revolution?

I find that when I learn this way, I retain things much better. There are two reasons for this, I think. Firstly, and most obviously, it's a lot easier to remember something if you actually care about it. Secondly, learning through connections is a lot easier than learning through straight memorization. For example, in my constitutional law class last semester, I had to memorize relevant Supreme Court cases and their precedents, significance, and relevant details. That's a lot to memorize, and I did have to do some of it by rote--I made flashcards and drilled them. But more importantly, I also made connections. Most people know about Brown v. Board of Education, for example. Why? Probably because they're familiar with the stories of the civil rights movement, both before and after that landmark case. Brown v. Board is part of a larger network of concepts that includes Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, Jr., freedom riders, bus boycotts, and "I Have a Dream." All these things appeal to the emotions as well as the mind. We care about civil rights and racial equality. Things weren't always that way, of course--that's why the civil rights movement existed in the first place. And we're certainly not a post-racial society yet. But most people recognize that people have equal rights regardless of race, and the idea that a fellow human being might be forced to go to a lower-quality school (for example) because of something as irrelevant as the color of their skin is repugnant to us. So we tie the events of the civil rights movement together in an interconnected set of stories--the mention of one aspect of civil rights triggers a whole set of associations. This is a lot more meaningful than just memorizing, "Brown v. Board, 1954, mandated racial integration in public schools." Learning by association is much more effective than learning by memorization.

I notice this especially when I do essay exams. If I'm taking the exam on something that I've mainly learned through rote memorization, I don't do as well. I rattle off facts without much meaning behind them. But when I've learned through associations, I'm able to make sense of the big picture and its significance, and I do much better because I don't just know the facts--I know why they're important. And besides, that's a much more fun way to learn.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The Courage to Think: term paper for History 308, Renaissance and Reformation


In 1599 an Italian heretic by the name of Domenico Scandella, otherwise known as Menocchio, was burned at the stake by the Roman Inquisition for holding heretical views. Menocchio was a peasant miller in the Friuli, a region in the northeastern part of Italy. He was a father, a husband, a sometime mayor and, in spite of his imprudent tendencies, an upstanding member of his community. And he was also a humanist.
Menocchio was a unique person for his time and place. He was literate, a relatively rare trait among peasants at that time. While Menocchio was tolerably well-off for a peasant, he was no great and wealthy figure of the likes of Petrarch, Erasmus, or Sir Thomas More.1 But something about Menocchio connected him to such figures. There was a thread of humanistic thought that linked Menocchio to the great humanists of the Renaissance. And it is this which makes Menocchio's story so powerful. His lot in life was that of a mere peasant with no great influence, at least in an immediate sense. In his pre-democratic society without modern ease of communication, he had even less of a voice than the typical private citizen does today. But through a combination of his access to literature and his own ingenuity and independence of mind, it can safely be said that Menocchio was not fundamentally different from the greatest humanists of the Renaissance. His approach to truth, to reality, and to life was characterized by the same traits as that of Pico or Petrarch.
There are several distinct and defining traits of humanism, this new intellectual movement which Menocchio was a part of. The first of these, and the foundational element of humanism, is intellectual independence. This independence was a kind of individualism that defied both authority and tradition—the individual, alone and unfettered, was free to discover the truth for himself. The thinker could trust his own mind and rely on its conclusions regardless of external accusations of heresy.
The second defining trait of humanism is an outgrowth of the first. Not only did the humanists believe that the individual could find truth for himself, but they also maintained that truth should be loved for its own sake, and should be sought fearlessly. They believed that the truth could stand on its own and need not fear any assault of reason.
The third and final defining element of humanism is the one that earns the intellectual movement its name. Although the humanists of the Renaissance remained devoutly religious, they placed great value on this life and on human experience, as opposed to an esoteric and distant afterlife. Giovanni Pico della Mirandola's Oration on the Dignity of Man was an embodiment of this element—man was not a thing contemptible, but a thing of nobility. This life was not to be despised, but celebrated. Menocchio embodied all three of these humanistic traits. In this, he was an heir of the Renaissance in the same sense as the greatest intellectuals of the era.
Menocchio's intellectual independence is truly remarkable given his time and place in society. His main biographer, Carlo Ginzburg, maintains that he brought to his reading a distinct set of ideas that he had formulated on his own.2 Menocchio faced two inquisitorial trials during his lifetime for his heretical views. Although at first he attempted to say that the devil had been tempting him, in the end he asserted that his “opinions came out of [his] head.”3 Certainly his reading must have influenced him, but in the end Menocchio was an independent thinker of the first order.
He shared this independence with the greatest humanists of the Renaissance. In 1486, a century before Menocchio's heresy trials, Giovanni Pico della Mirandola wrote his Oration on the Dignity of Man to accompany 900 philosophical theses that he had written. It is a spectacular defense of the nobility of the human mind and of its ability to discern truth. Pico argues that knowledge elevates man to the level of the angels, and that God created man for this end.4 He wrote, “philosophy has taught me to rely on my own convictions rather than on the judgments of others and to concern myself less with whether I am well thought of than whether what I do or say is evil.”5 This was a departure from the Catholic church's emphasis on the infallibility of the pope and the church fathers. While still a devout Catholic, Pico was making a revolutionary argument in favor of intellectual independence, praising it as a virtue rather than denigrating it as insubordinate and dangerous.
Another hundred and fifty years back in time from Pico, Petrarch wrote The Ascent of Mount Ventoux of 1336 as an early embodiment of humanistic independence. Petrarch describes his experience as he climbed a mountain in the southeast of France. He recounts how he tried to find his own way up the mountain, taking supposed shortcuts that only took him further away from his goal.6 Petrarch's boldness in daring to climb the mountain—something that no one had done since ancient times—and, further, in trying to seek out his own way, is indicative of the independent and exploratory character of his pursuit. Having reached the top of the mountain, Petrarch sits in quiet meditation and reads from Augustine's Confessions.7 This introspection and individual pursuit of paths both physical and spiritual was an apotheosis of the humanist raison d'ĂȘtre. Truth was not an esoteric commodity available only to a privileged few; it was the province of the individual.
Menocchio, over two and a half centuries after Petrarch climbed Ventoux, was essentially a humanist in this respect. To the humanists, among the most sacred of all rights was the right to know. Menocchio insisted that this was his right, and that the Catholic church and its clergy did not want him to know what they knew. He viewed the church as an intellectual oppressor, on one occasion exclaiming to a fellow villager, “Can't you understand, the inquisitors don't want us to know what they know!”8 He criticized the priests and the rich for their exclusivism and tyranny of knowledge. He regarded the use of Latin in legal and ecclesiastical settings as exploitative and dishonest.9 He rejected the church and its ceremonies as an intermediary between himself and God, saying that one might as well confess to a tree as to a priest.10 Menocchio claimed for himself the right to explore reality for himself and on his own terms, a right which the great humanists of the Renaissance had championed before him.
In addition to being an independent thinker, Menocchio valued the pursuit of truth for its own sake. He had an inquisitive and creative mind, and contentment with the status quo did not satisfy him. In this aspect as well, he was like the humanists who had lived before him.
Petrarch, again, was the personification of humanism in this respect. His ascent of Mount Ventoux was hardly an ordinary undertaking in the fourteenth century. According to his own description, he ascended the mountain purely to see what he could see atop the mountain.11 There was no practical reason why Petrarch would choose to do such a thing; indeed, as he was beginning his ascent, an old shepherd warned him against attempting the climb. Petrarch disregarded the warning, however, and carried on in his endeavor.12 He was determined to make his own way up the mountain, and no amount of cautionary advice would stop him.
Pico's Oration is also brimming with arguments for the pursuit of truth as an end in itself. Pico claims that this pursuit is what separates man from beasts.13 The pursuit of truth ennobles man, bridling his baser nature and elevating him to the level of cherubim.14 Pico also censures those who pursue philosophy for material benefit; in describing his own pursuit of knowledge, he writes: “I have never philosophized save for the sake of philosophy, nor have I ever desired or hoped to secure from my studies and my laborious researches any profit or fruit save cultivation of mind and knowledge of the truth.”15 Philosophy—the love of truth—was a noble pursuit in its own right.
Attendant to this idea of the value of truth for its own sake is the conviction that truth can stand on its own—that it need fear no challenge or questioning. For the humanists, there is no monopoly on truth. It can come from any source, and the greatest triumph of the intellectual lies in being proven wrong—or, in the words of Pico, “the real victory lies in being vanquished.”16 Pico argues that the true philosopher will read everything available to him in order to learn all that can be learned from each source. He draws on sources outside of the traditional, approved sphere of works, insisting that the truth has nothing to fear from inquiry.17
This was the approach to truth that Menocchio took. He was not satisfied with the version of reality with which he was presented. He brought all the information that he had at his disposal to the table when it came to formulating his ideas about the universe. He read an astonishing variety of works for a man in his situation, ranging from the Bible to Il Fioretto della Bibbia (a collection of apocryphal gospels) to Boccaccio's Decameron. He may even have read the Koran.18 He used any and all books that he came upon to find information and inspiration for the development of his ideas.19
According to those who knew him, Menocchio loved to argue. One witness at his first inquisitorial trial said that “he is always arguing with somebody about the faith just for the sake of arguing—even with the priest.”20 Menocchio was unusually willing to say what he thought and challenge authority, even if that authority held his life in its hands. A friend warned him not to talk too much at his trial, but Menocchio did not heed this advice and ended by telling his inquisitors enough about his heretical beliefs that he was executed after his second trial.21 The humanists may have advocated the free flow of ideas, but even on the cusp of the Enlightenment, the world was not entirely ready for it.
Lastly, humanism is a philosophy which emphasizes the importance of human life and experience, as opposed to an afterlife or a divine scheme of which mortal existence is an insignificant part. It is this life that matters, along with the happiness and suffering therein. This theme is omnipresent throughout the writings of the great humanists, and it is a cardinal element of Menocchio's philosophy.
Pico begins his Oration by asserting that after creating the world and everything in it, “the Divine Artificer still longed for some creature which might comprehend the meaning of so vast an achievement, which might be moved with love at its beauty and smitten with awe at its grandeur.”22 In other words, God wanted creatures that could think. Pico describes God speaking to Adam, informing him: “I have placed you at the very center of the world, so that from that vantage point you may with greater ease glance round about you on all that the world contains. We have made you . . . in order that you may, as the free and proud shaper of your own being, fashion yourself in the form you may prefer.”23 Man is neither worthless nor insignificant. He is an intelligent and self-directed being, capable of discerning truth and making decisions for himself.
This sentiment can also be found in the work of another great humanist, Erasmus of Rotterdam. In his tongue-in-cheek work The Praise of Folly, Folly personified as a goddess defends herself on the basis that she brings good to humanity: she says, “this only is to be a god, to help men.”24 As with Pico, this is a very human-centric view. Rather than advocating a stoic acceptance of one's lot in life in hope of a greater reward beyond the grave, Erasmus seems to be advocating the appreciation of this life, and he has created an imaginary deity who makes it her aim to improve human existence. Folly goes on to argue that it is she that facilitates the very inception of life, and brings the greatest joys of life to humanity.
Folly then goes on to censure the theologians and clergy for their fixation on inconsequential issues that have no direct connection to human happiness, such as “whether it was possible that Christ could have taken upon Him the likeness of a woman, or of the devil, or of an ass, or of a stone, or of a gourd; and then how that gourd should have preached, worked miracles, or been hung on the cross . . . .”25 They fixate on these issues even as the world with all its real problems and difficulties calls to them. To Erasmus, such esoteric concerns are of little import. Human life, human experience, human suffering and happiness, are all vastly more important.
This is Menocchio's worldview in a nutshell. He believed that it was more important to love one's neighbor than to love God, and that to trespass against the former was a graver sin than to blaspheme against the latter.26 This life and the people in it were more important to Menocchio than a god who seemed to him distant and impersonal. He argued that blasphemy was not a sin “because it only hurts oneself and not one's neighbor . . . if a father has several children, and one of them says 'damn my father,' the father may forgive him, but if this child breaks the head of someone else's child, he cannot pardon him so easily if he does not pay: therefore have I said that it is not sinful to blaspheme because it does not hurt anyone.”27 Menocchio was still religious, but his religiosity was of a decidedly practical, immediate, and even humanistic nature. God was not the most important fixture of religion for Menocchio—people were.
The humanism of Menocchio's philosophy found its culmination in his cosmogony—his conception of the origin and nature of deity and the universe. He used a very unique and memorable analogy to describe this cosmogony. He believed that before the world was, “all was chaos, that is, earth, air, water, and fire were mixed together . . . .”28 He did not believe that God had created the world, but that out of this chaos “a mass formed—just as cheese is made out of milk—and worms appeared in it, and these were the angels. The most holy majesty decreed that these should be God and the angels, and among that number of angels, there was also God, he too having been created out of that mass at that time.”29 In this view, God was just as much a part of the world as humans were. He used his analogy of cheese forming from milk and worms forming from rotting cheese to describe the development of a self-contained universe from primordial chaos to its present state.
In essence, Menocchio was a materialist. While he remained a theist, his conception of God was a materialist one—rather than an external creator figure, God was a product of the universe. Further, Menocchio's search for truth from various sources led him to some startling conclusions. Upon reading Mandeville's account of various peoples and their traditions, Menocchio says that he “got [his] opinion that when the body dies, the soul dies too, since out of many different kinds of nations, some believe in one way some in another.”30
In a true humanist spirit, Menocchio insisted on rational, real-world explanations for phenomena. He rejected the virgin birth and the resurrection of Christ, believing instead that Christ was the natural son of Mary and St. Joseph, and the Christ had died on the cross.31 As previously discussed, he rejected supernatural explanations for the origins of the universe. His religiosity was of a curiously pragmatic nature, placing greater emphasis on humanity than on divinity. In short, Menocchio was an embodiment of Renaissance humanism, and of the kind of ideas that later led to the Enlightenment and to modern secularism.
After his first inquisition, Menocchio was imprisoned for two years and then released.32 In 1599, however, he was summoned again for a second inquisition. It seems that he had been unable to keep his ideas to himself, and word of his blasphemies found its way to the powers that be. He was convicted of heresy a second time and was sentenced to death. 33

Although Menocchio was sentenced to die for his humanism in the end, he and the other great humanists of the Renaissance left an enduring legacy that has profoundly influenced modern society. Religious freedom, the separation of church and state, democracy, and the scientific revolution were all direct outgrowths of the humanist epistemology—intellectual independence, belief in the autonomy of truth, and emphasis on the importance of humanity, life, and the world as we experience it in the present. Menocchio was living on the cusp of a new world. Recent technological advantages, most notably the printing press, were making dangerous ideas such as humanism available to the increasingly literate masses. Global exploration and colonial expansion were exposing Europeans to strange and diverse societies that challenged their most basic assumptions about reality and the universe. The world would never be the same again.
Menocchio was certainly a remarkable individual. He had unusual characteristics for a peasant miller in the sixteenth century. His ideas, while perhaps somewhat strange and undoubtedly heretical, were entirely his own. He read and was influenced by a variety of works, but ultimately his ideas were, as he described it, the product of his own “artful mind.”34 He was too outspoken for his own good, and this characteristic led to his demise. However, it is because of Menocchio's courage that we are aware of his existence and his ideas at all. And ultimately, it is this courage which is the ultimate defining characteristic of humanism. The courage to think, the courage to know, and the courage to speak—this is what makes a humanist.


1Carlo Ginzburg, The Cheese and the Worms: The Cosmos of a Sixteenth Century Miller, trans. John and Anne Tedeschi (Baltimore: John Hopkins University Press, 1980), 1-2.
2Ibid., 36.
3Ibid., 27.
4Giovanni Pico della Mirandola, Oration on the Dignity of Man (Pigott Study Guide Spring 2011), 44.
5Ibid., 47.
6Petrarch, The Ascent of Mount Ventoux (Pigott Study Guide Spring 2011), 37.
7Ibid., 38-39.
8Ginzburg, 59.
9Ibid., 9.
10Ibid., 10.
11Petrarch, 36.
12Ibid., 37.
13Pico, 44.
14Ibid., 45.
15Ibid., 47.
16Ibid., 48.
17Ibid., 49-50.
18Ginzburg, 29-30.
19Ibid., 19.
20Ibid., 2.
21Ibid., 5.
22Pico, 43.
23Ibid.
24 Desiderius Erasmus, The Praise of Folly (Pigott Study Guide Spring 2011), 57.
25Ibid., 59.
26Ginzburg, 39.
27Ibid.
28Ibid., 52.
29Ibid., 53.
30Ibid., 47.
31Ibid., 36.
32Ibid., 93-95.
33Ibid., 102-103, 128.
34Ibid., 28. 



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