The Familiar and the True

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Chapter 1

student: I think I have caught something, and I would like you to tell me whether I have caught it or only imagined it.

professor: Let us hear it.

student: I have been assuming that the danger to my faith is argument. That somewhere out there is a case against it, and one day I will meet a man clever enough to make it, and I will have no answer, and that will be the end. I have been bracing for that man for years.

professor: And has he come?

student: No. That is what I noticed. He has never come. Nothing has ever been argued at me. And yet I lose ground constantly.

professor: Then you have caught something, and it is the right thing. Go on and tell me how you lose it.

student: By interruption, mostly. I will be reading, or driving, and a thought opens up that has some weight to it, and then the phone goes, or I arrive somewhere, or I simply get hungry. And the thought closes. And the strange part is that I am pleased when it does.

professor: That last detail is the one I would not have let you skip. Relief is never a response to an idea. No man has ever felt a burden lift because he mislaid an opinion about the weather. Relief comes when a demand goes away. So the thought was not merely interesting. It was going to ask you for something, and you knew it, and you were glad to be let off.

student: I would rather that were not true.

professor: Most of what is true about us we would rather were not. But notice what it tells you. Nothing had to be refuted. You were not talked out of anything. You were simply called away at the right moment, and the thought was not killed, it was left unfinished. Those are different deaths. A refuted thought is dead. An unfinished thought is only asleep, and it can be woken.

student: There is a second way I lose ground, and I only saw it this week. Someone at work said that faith is a lovely thing if you are the sort of person who needs it. I had nothing to say. I felt beaten for the rest of the afternoon.

professor: Beaten by what, exactly? Take his sentence apart and hand me the argument in it.

student: There is not one. I have been turning it over ever since and there is nothing in it. He told me what kind of man believes it. He never said whether it happened.

professor: Then consider what a remarkable piece of work that is. He achieved a victory without a claim. Had he said the resurrection did not occur, you would have had something to examine, and examining is dangerous ground for him. Instead he described the believer and let you supply the conclusion yourself. Men will defend a claim to the death but they surrender to a description without a fight.

student: How do I catch it next time?

professor: By learning the vocabulary, which is small and does not change. Outdated. Simplistic. Comforting. Brave. Bold. Of its time. Necessary. Not one of those words tells you whether a thing is so. Every one of them reports the atmosphere surrounding it. When you hear one, you have been handed weather in place of a verdict.

student: And what do I ask instead?

professor: Whether it is true. That and nothing else. Not whether it is useful to you, not whether it suits the century, not whether clever men currently hold it. Did it happen. Is He there. You will find that question is almost never the one being asked when the subject comes up, and now you know why. It is the only one that could ever settle anything.

student: This is where I get uneasy. If I ask that question properly, I may not like the answer.

professor: Say plainly what you are afraid of.

student: That it will not hold up. That I will look straight at it and there will be nothing there.

professor: Then let me put something to you, and take your time with it. He has never, at any point, asked a man to stop thinking in order to keep believing. Where you meet that demand you may be confident about who is making it. He submitted Himself to inspection constantly. When a man refused to take the resurrection on anyone's word, He did not rebuke him for it. He offered him His hands. A thing that is actually there can be handled.

student: And if I examine it honestly and it fails?

professor: Then you will have wanted the truth more than the comfort, and He will not hold that against you. But I will tell you what men who ask honestly generally report. Not that nothing was there. That something was there and it was not what they had been picturing. That is not failure. That is the ordinary experience of meeting anything real.

student: Real. That word is the third thing, and it is the one I understand least.

professor: Tell me what happened.

student: I came out of the building that evening and the whole subject went thin. The traffic, people going home, the noise of it. All of that was so plainly there. And what we had been discussing felt like something I do on Sundays.

professor: Now attend closely, because this is the most useful moment of your week and it will disguise itself as the least. Nothing occurred on that street. No fact arrived. No evidence was presented. You experienced a change in mood and filed it as a change in the truth.

student: It did not feel like a mood. It felt like waking up.

professor: It always does, and the sensation is the whole of its power. Tell me what you meant by the street being real.

student: Solid. Present. In front of me.

professor: Familiar. That is the word you were reaching for and could not find, and the substitution is the oldest exchange played on the human mind. You did not conclude that the traffic was more real than God. You noticed it was more frequent. Then you permitted frequency to do the work of proof, which it is not qualified to do.

student: Said out loud it sounds absurd.

professor: It always does, which is precisely why it is never said out loud. It works in the half attention between the office door and the bus stop and nowhere else. Bring it into daylight and it comes apart in your hands. Ask most men what they mean by real and you will find, if you are patient, that they mean often.

student: But surely a thing I can see is in a different case from a thing I cannot.

professor: Is it? Then I would direct you to the last hundred years of serious inquiry into the physical world, which has been hauling men steadily toward things that cannot be seen or touched or pictured at all, and which has caused considerable embarrassment to a number who took it up expecting the opposite. The further anyone goes into what is actually there, the less it resembles the traffic.

student: I am not qualified to argue that either way.

professor: No. And that is the healthiest sentence you have spoken today. Now let me ask you something harder. The opinions you carry about the world, where did they come from?

student: I read. I listen to people.

professor: You absorbed them. Every man does, and there is no shame in it. The danger is entirely in not knowing that you have. A man may walk about with a dozen convictions that contradict one another, collected at different ages from different sources, never once laid side by side, and he will call the resulting fog his considered view of things. It has the flavour of knowledge and none of the cost.

student: That is near enough to me that I would rather you moved on.

professor: I would rather stay, because it is your great advantage. A man who knows he absorbed his opinions can begin to sort them. A man who believes he reasoned his way to them cannot, since there is nothing left for him to do. You have been given the harder position and it is the better one.

student: So there is no argument against me at all. Not one, anywhere in this.

professor: Now you have it, and I want you to say it back to yourself until it is yours. Nothing has been argued against you. You were interrupted. You were handed a vocabulary that cannot ask the only question that matters. You were shown a busy street and allowed to mistake the familiar for the true. And you were given the comfortable sense that you already knew enough. Four methods, and not a single claim among them. Whoever is doing this has no case. If he had one he would have made it by now.

student: Why not simply make one?

professor: Because an argument wakes a man up, and a waking man is unpredictable. He might follow the thing all the way down. It is far safer to keep you drowsy and pleasantly occupied. You have not been defeated in the field. You have been kept from the field.

student: Then what do I actually do?

professor: Less than you fear. You brought me three things today, a thought you dropped, an answer you did not have, and a street that made it all feel thin. They are not three failures. They are one question, put to you three times in a single week, which strikes me as a good deal more patience than the matter required. And note that you did not manufacture any of it. The thought on the bench arrived. You were reading about something else.

student: Then where did it go?

professor: Nowhere. That is what I would have you take away. A thought of that kind is not your property and is therefore not yours to lose. What is sent once is sent again, and it returns more readily to a man who has shown he will follow it past his lunch hour. Go and sit where you were sitting.

student: And if nothing comes?

professor: Then you will have sat still and attentive for a quarter of an hour, which is nearer to prayer than a great deal of what goes by the name. But I do not expect nothing. A man who has just worked out how he is being handled is not usually left standing there.

student: You could have told me all of this at the start.

professor: I could, and you would have kept it a fortnight. Handed conclusions do not survive contact with a Tuesday. You worked this out yourself and it will still be yours in ten years. My business was only to keep you in the room while you did it. That is the whole of my work, and I am glad to say it is the exact opposite of what is being done to you.

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