Guess I’m not going gently into that sweet cocoon.
I ran across this quote in a book review today:
“The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but someday the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.”
— H.P. Lovecraft, “The Call of Cthulhu”
That pretty much sums up my own theory as to what’s behind the current “spirituality” fad.
We’ve seen what the universe looks like, and it scares the shit out of us.
Faced with a cosmos comprised of amoral, vibrating strings, a universe utterly indifferent to human concepts of right and wrong — utterly indifferent to *humans*, for that matter — we lunge for simplicity, for the certainty of black and white, the comprehensibility of fundamental (and fundamentalist) dualities. Good and evil. God and Satan. Us and them.
We have to believe.
We have to proclaim belief, to reassure ourselves.
And everyone else must believe, too, and proclaim their belief. And if they don’t, we must disparage them for their spiritual deficiency or their pessimism or their secular humanist delusions — because if we don’t marginalize the doubters, we admit into consciousness the possibility that *we* might be wrong.
And this, kids, is how dark ages get started.