Lets begin with a story. Its the one where everythings going wrong: zoonosis has triggered a massive viral outbreak, and associated spike in racism; Brexit has gone into effect, emboldening further racists; democratic checks-and-balances are being denied in plain view in the U.S. political system; citizen monitoring and related forms of state control are on the rise in genocide-perpetuating China; the consequences of climate change are being felt the world over in extreme natural events and increasing refugeeism; populist presidents are still thriving through the implementation of brutal initiatives in a wide range of countries; indigenous activists are still dying in their on-the-ground attempts to help protect natural resources; our food systems are making us unhealthier; and if obesity or opioids dont kill us our loneliness epidemic will.

When I talk about humanismthat is, when I talk about the need for spiritual and secular people to put aside cosmological differences to focus on a shared interest in empowering human beings with empathy and scienceIm making a pretty darned big leap in presuming that we have any agency at all.

Because some days itreally doesnt seem like we do, does it?

We cut out single-use plastics and then read articles telling us that our substitutes might be making matters worse.

We strive to eat less-than-perfect-looking groceries, then discover that such trend cycles can create different forms of waste, when the food industry already has perfectly good uses for ugly vegetables.

We recycle our hearts out, then find out things about the recycling industry that make us doubt if its good enough.

We reduce ourmeat intake, but thentake a vacation worse than many peoples entire annual CO2 footprint, meat and all.

And are enough of us going to stop reproducing? Ever?

Is it reasonable, is it desirable, is it attainable, to be a good humanist in such a staunchly mucked-up world?

To be clear, after all: Therearealternatives to humanism, both spiritual secular. If there werent, to say one is humanist would be meaningless, on par with saying I am human. (Which Im certain most of you are.)

Theres existential nihilism, of course: the idea that life has no intrinsic meaning and nothing we create has meaning, either. For a spiritual nihilist, this looks like if you are not in favour with our god, your life is meaningless and probably forfeit. For an existential nihilist, this looks like theres no intrinsic meaning in the cosmos and no point to contriving a sense of meaning during my time alive. Do as you will until you die.

Then theres worldly detachment, Buddhist-flavoured or otherwise, in which one seeks a state of reduced investment in what the world is and isnt, aspiring simply tobe without striving for any greater insight or value in the time youve spent alive.

And then theres my personal favourite, absurdism. As in Albert Camuss famous summation of the precept, il faut imaginer sisyphe heureux (One must imagine Sisyphus happy), absurdism tells us to live with full awareness that life is meaningless without either killing ourselves or falling in with dishonest philosophy, instead being content with the struggle to hold the line between these options. Why? Because there and there alone, in ourchoice to be content with an existence we do not control, do we have any agency in the cosmos at all.

So, sure, we could be absurdists instead. (I often long to be one after certain news cycles.)

But thereis a critical difference between absurdism and humanism, and it lies in that notion of aspiring to contentment.

For an absurdist, thats it. Lifes a grand cosmic joke: revel in it!

For a humanist, though, we might ask for a broader range of responses.

We might say, that is, il faut imaginer sisyphe insatiable: insatiable for new knowledge, insatiable for new experience, insatiable for self-improvement.

Because who says he cant learn to sing while pushing that rock? Who says he cant holler at other denizens of Hades and ask them how the underworlds treating them? Who says he cant offer counsel to them in their own suffering, and share his own low spells to receive counsel and support from them in turn?

(And then, in more tragic cases, weve sometimes achieved that control by hastening that end along through war or other forms of mass suicide.)

Harder, far harder, is to invest in the struggle itself. This isnt the same as being hopeful (though youre welcome to feel hopeful, too, if youd like). This isnt about finding new and better platitudes to replace the old, and clinging to any sense that if we just try a little bit harder, a little bit longer, everything will work out in the end.

Secular humanists: Weknowit wont. The end is oblivion. Thats as much as anything ever works out in the cosmos.

So, no, this isnt about optimism, per se. This is more about recognizing when you are tired, and fed up, and cynical, and hurt, and wounded, and angryall conditions in which it seems reasonable just to stop botheringand then to make a concerted effort to keep bothering anyway.

Not because of some promised better world, spiritual or secular.

And not because we truly believe that racism, sexism, xenophobia, and other forms of social persecution will be solved in our lifetimes.

But because there is a gravity to saying, Everythings mucked-up and Im sticking with it anyway. Say it to yourself. Try it (or more forceful variants) out. Theres a conviction to it, isnt there? A grounding assertion of inner will.

Its our ultimate test, my friends. Can we get over ourselves, get over our egos, get over our hurting pasts and our grinding presents, get over all the people who ever wronged us and all the things we can never fix, long enough to be able to say, Existence does not have to be happy or hopeful to be a space where meaning is made?

After all, if there were a great big red button we could press to terminate everything simultaneously, okay, finethen wed be in a situation where it would be worth haggling over how much suffering is too much.

But we dont, so we arent. Instead we have a world where were all linked to one another, and our collective suffering rises and falls with one another. Much as we might want to live with perfect detachment, then, and much as we might want to affect absurdist humour through it all, the day-to-day reality of our interactions with other people and their struggles is always going to pull us back in to the agony of meaning-creation in human society. (I mean, unless youre already living in a remote cabin somewhere, disconnected from the entire ecosystem of human struggle? In which case, why the heck are you reading this?)

And it isagony, because meaning-creation is not easy, and its not always successful. We despair, we lose, we fail. Routinely. Daily, even. But even if were not high enough in the chain to make sweeping and sustainable changes to how much other people suffer, we can strive to alleviate proximate complaints: sometimes through aid; sometimes through presence; but most of all, by learning to look at our circumstances and remind ourselves that there is as much value in this form of existence as there is in any other, rich or poor, sea-slug and moutain-lion alike:

Namely, as much as we choose to invest in its growth.

So invest well, fellow humanistsin new knowledge, new experiences, new approaches to self- and communal improvement based on the best new intelall while expecting no greater reward than this:

That you invested in your existence for as long, and as meaningfully, as you could.

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What's the Point of Being a Good Humanist in a Mucked-Up World? - Patheos