This is where atheism and agnosticism join
forces against religion, but first we must consider the alternatives again.
Either you believe that life, reproduction, the original organs and the many
associated processes came about by chance – a belief that requires an act of
blind, irrational faith – or you believe that they were designed. There is no
middle way here. Natural selection came later, after life began and after each
random mutation. Dawkins states categorically that attributing life to a
designer is a “total abdication of the responsibility to find an explanation”
(p. 155), and believes that through natural selection “we can now safely say
that the illusion of design in living creatures is just that – an illusion” (p.
158). His attribution of the multiple miracles of life to luck and statistics is
clearly a far more satisfying and "responsible" explanation for him. But if, on
the other hand, you opt for a designer, you open yourself up to all kinds of
problems, quite apart from Dawkins’ unanswerable (though in relation to our
understanding of life on Earth, also irrelevant) one of who designed
him/her/it/them. What is its nature? Why did it create our world? Where is it
now? (I shall use “it” in order to avoid unwanted associations.)
Some religions past (Greek and Roman) and present (especially Hinduism) have
opted for a multiplicity of deities, and some for just one, but the same
questions apply. The answers can, of course, only be speculative, but the
advantage of agnosticism is that the speculation can remain free from all the
intellectual paraphernalia that encumbers the established religions. An agnostic
can look at the work of art and draw conclusions about the artist. An adherent
of any religion will tend to start with the artist. This is why theologians have
tied themselves in knots trying to explain the origin of evil and to reconcile
it with their belief that their god is all-powerful, all-knowing, and all-good.
It is always dangerous to assume that a work of art (let us continue the analogy
for a moment or two) reflects the artist directly. Who would have thought that
the Ode to Joy with which Beethoven’s 9th Symphony reaches its triumphant climax
was written by a sad and lonely, relatively old man? Or that the writer of King
Lear could also pen A Midsummer Night’s Dream? But what we can assume is that no
artist can create something totally unknown to him. Even the most fantastic
creatures of science fiction and fairy tales have some features that make them
into recognizable living beings. What, then, do we learn from the world about
the possible world-maker?
At this stage, I should like to change the image, or at least extend it. The
artist is, or was, also a scientist. We're not talking here about big bangs or
primordial soups, but we’re not talking about supernatural powers either. For
the designer to create life, it needed the right conditions, so it found the
Earth, or maybe it created the Earth – we just don’t know. But once the
conditions were right, it set about devising the mechanisms that eventually led
to us. The astonishing variety that has arisen out of those mechanisms is ample
evidence of the designer’s ingenuity; the beauty is evidence of its aesthetic
sense; the love and self-sacrifice (not just human – we shall talk about animals
later) is evidence of its goodness; the chaos, violence, cruelty are evidence of
its darker side. Evil could not have come into being without its knowledge of
evil. Man’s sense of humour, though, is a great comforter, and that too can only
have sprung from a corresponding trait in the designer. Even the most ardent
believer in the literal truth of the Bible can hardly ignore the all-important
line in Genesis I: “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God
created he him.” If we are in God’s image, then he is also in ours, and at a
stroke we can do away with all the twists and turns of casuistry.
That doesn’t mean, however, that the designer is an old man with a white beard.
It may be such, of course, because the mechanism it created, once set in motion,
could have populated the world over time. On the other hand, it may be something
as vast as a planetary system, and capable of holding the Earth in the palm of
its hand (or the unearthly equivalent of its hand). The latter would be helpful
if we wanted to explain some of the cataclysms that have struck the Earth in its
history. Once the designer had decided to take drastic steps to change the
physical Earth, it would have had to use physical means. But instead of using
the hand, maybe it could have created tornadoes, earthquakes, floods – all
through science, of course, not mere magic. When scholars find natural
explanations for historical or mythical phenomena, like the parting of the Red
Sea, they are not disproving the interference of the designer. If it wanted to
part the Red Sea, it would have devised a physical method to do so.
The atheist will complain that we are entering the realms of fantasy, but is
this any more fantastic than the idea that inanimate, unconscious matter can
become animate, reproduce itself, and develop new organs by chance? Remember, we
are now considering the alternative to the atheist’s fantasy, and we are
speculating. If there is/was a designer, it will be beyond our comprehension and
perception, but it will in some ways mirror what it designed. So let us talk of
microcosms and macrocosms. Within our own world there are many parallels between
cells and the universe, between individual and society, between the body of man
and the body of the Earth – so perhaps it is the same between us and our
designer. Perhaps the cells that microreflect the body that microreflects
society that microreflects the Earth that microreflects the universe are also a
microreflection of the designer. The designer may even be the universe, which
may even be a body, within which the galaxies are limbs, and our solar system a
mere cell.
What we have, then, is the artist/scientist creating the mechanism of life. Now
we must ask why. Why does an artist paint a picture, write a book, compose a
symphony? Why does a scientist invent a machine, devise a technique, conduct
experiments? Why do we sing, play games, gossip? Because that’s what we humans
do. And so our designer did what designers do. That may not seem very helpful,
but it sets us off on an interesting track. Why did it take so long for the
design to evolve into human beings capable of questioning, investigating, even
denying the existence of the designer? Why all the mindless organisms, the
monsters, the creatures incapable of acknowledging it?
We cannot answer these questions, of course, but we can go on speculating. Here
are some ideas: 1) the designer set the whole process in motion and then sat
back to see what would evolve; 2) the designer carried on experimenting
(occasionally destroying whole swathes of its creation, having got fed up with
those particular species); 3) the designer didn’t know what it wanted, but kept
fiddling till it got us (human-centred interpretation); 4) the designer lost
interest, gave up and walked away, leaving the process to look after itself; 5)
the designer is still there watching. These are not meant to be alternatives;
they may be phases. But on the analogy of the designer being in man’s image, we
might assume that it gave us and all the other creatures the freedom to do what
we wanted to do, because automata would have been dull.
Let us not, however, ignore the churches, the mosques, the synagogues. Worship
is central to most religions, and who is to say that the designer doesn’t/didn’t
want to be worshipped? That too would be an understandable analogy: the artist
hopes to be praised for his masterpiece, the scientist for his invention. Since
this is natural to man, why not to his image? But if so, it does seem like an
afterthought, bearing in mind the lateness of our appearance on the planet. It
certainly cannot have been the prime motive, unless the designer simply couldn’t
come up with the goods first, second, or umpteenth time around. Entertainment
seems a more likely candidate, with all the different creatures evolving,
surviving, killing, dying, being born.…
Microcosm, macrocosm: we watch the world fall to pieces, and our designer
watches us watching the world fall to pieces. Step by step. Natural disasters:
just that. Part of the unpredictable scenario. We watch gruesome disaster movies
for our entertainment. We are a disaster movie for the designer’s entertainment.
That’s heresy, but an agnostic is free to say what he thinks he sees. And it is
not a pretty sight. A conscious being creates situations in which children die
in excruciating pain, and their parents must witness their agony, unable to do
anything about it. Just as the theologians tie themselves in knots to explain
evil, they fall over backwards to excuse their creator for allowing the
guiltless to suffer. When all else fails, they offer hope of consolation in the
next life (of which more anon), but what consolation can there be for a mother
who has watched her child screaming in agony before the pain finally ends,
cutting short a life that has barely begun? I’m referring to disease, accident,
natural catastrophe, and you can extend the range of suffering in any direction
you want. What sort of inventor invents the slaughter of the innocents?
While on the subject, we may as well deal with an extraordinary piece of
pain-infliction. Christians believe that Christ died his agonizing death on the
cross in order to redeem them, whatever that means. What sort of father allows
his son to suffer such pain in the first place? And what precisely is the point
and process of this “redemption”? If we are good, we will be rewarded; if we are
bad, we will be punished. So where does Christ’s agony fit in? Couldn’t the
designer have “redeemed” us without Christ’s blood? Of all the verses in the
story of Jesus, there is none so resonant and chilling as Matthew 27, 46: “And
about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama
sabachthani? That is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
Christians may argue that Christ's suffering is an example to all of us: so long
as we have faith and behave ourselves, we will be rewarded for our pain. It is
the same message as that given in the story of Job (see "Religion"), but why
inflict such suffering? Christ and Job were presumably both "perfect and
upright", so they should have been saved anyway. And I, who am not "perfect and
upright", will not be made so by Christ's crucifixion or by Job's losses, since
it is clear that I too must have faith in God (or Christ, which - mysteriously -
amounts to the same thing thanks to the doctrine of the Holy Trinity) and obey
his commandments, or I shall be condemned. We are told by John, in his first
epistle general, that if we walk in God's light, "the blood of Jesus Christ his
[God's] son cleanseth us from all sin." But if I already walk in God's light,
what need is there for Christ's blood? Will I obey the commandments simply
because Christ died an agonizing death? And could I not have had faith in him
anyway without such a death?
The fact is, I am no closer to "redemption" after Christ's death than I was
before it. This is not to deny that he may have been a great teacher, and many
of his principles set out a good moral and social basis for living (most
religions do). It is simply a comment on the senselessness of the sacrifice. The
nature of the "Creator" as it emerges from this story is very much in tune with
a haunting line from a Madonna song: “Only the one that hurts you can make you
feel better.” God hurt Job and Christ, then made them feel better, but that
won't help the rest of us, unless we can live up to their noble standards - and
even that is no guarantee of favour.
What about love, then? If we are to follow our parallels, might not the artist
love his own work? Might not the playwright take pity on his characters? Of
course he might. If the great spectator takes a liking to you, why shouldn’t he
offer you special terms? Once you are free from the scientific faith of atheism
and the dogma of religion, you can pick any scenario you like, because they are
all equally possible/impossible. If I cannot entirely discount the possibility
of life etc. through random miracles, I most certainly cannot discount the
possibility of a conscious designer taking note of little me and putting its
metaphorical thumb up or down. We may shift the parallel here from the
playwright to the great dictator: if The Father of the Nation likes me, he’ll be
nice to me; if he hates me, he’ll make me suffer. It is not a comforting
thought, but it is just as likely/unlikely as any other of our scenarios.
At the beginning of this chapter, I asked three questions about the possible
designer: What is its nature? Why did it create the world? Where is it now? On
the assumption that the design reflects the designer, I have suggested that it
is fair enough to ascribe all the good and all the bad qualities of life on
Earth to the being that created it; this leads to the possibility that the act
of creation was a sort of pastime, maybe for entertainment; and this in turn
brings us to the third question. Is it still watching? But in order to speculate
on that, we need to return to a different aspect of the first question.