I thought this over last night, puzzled that people keep avoiding my specific examples. I'm beginning to believe that the non-sequiturs (quoting a post in which I said nothing about nature and then commenting about my position on nature) and the avoidance of addressing my concrete examples are ways of disagreeing with my examples while trying not to admit how narrow a life it leaves one.
It is...interesting...to read you complaining about
non-sequitur, then turning around and stating that my approach to literature leave me a "narrow life". You missed my point, entirely.
I am (for instance) fond of a fantasy trilogy,
The Riddlemaster of Hed, written by Patricia McKellips. I fond the themes compelling; the
weltanshauung fascinating; and the story engaging; it is, in fact, one of the things I read when I am tired, or sad, or just need a place to go R&R for a bit. That does not, in any way, however, mean that I accept the idea that the Morgol inherits the ability to see though walls; or that Morgon can reach his starred harp and his starred sword, wherever he left it last, by reaching into his cloak; or that the High One ruled the land for thousands of years, meting and dispensing land-law to land-heirs.
My enjoyment of the books
does not depend upon my believing that they are "real".
My enjoyment of, and profit from, the
Just So Stories does not depend upon my believing that the tides really are pulled back and forth by a giant crab, or that cetaceans eat krill because of rafts stuck in their craws, held in place by suspenders (did you forget the suspenders, O best beloved?)
Having a full, rich, life; enjoying poetry, music, art, food and drink, the arms of my beloved[ these
do not depend upon me believing in a boogeyman and comporting myself according to what I am told are its requirements of me.
I don't know what gives you leave to arrogate to call my life, free of "demons" and 'gods', a "narrow"one.
I get that you don't like the LDS church 's hostility toward marriage equality--I don't like it either.
Homoodium is a
symptom. I don't care who "disapproves" of my partner-choice. I find it laughable when someone
pretends to be justified in disapproving of something they find "icky"
because their 'god' tells them to disapprove of it.
I still don't understand, though. Would you personally be able to enjoy a poem like High Flight--maybe it's not your cup of tea specifically, but let's say something similar that includes counterfactual metaphors? Or do you think it's "clearly worthless for anyone who cares about facts and reason"?
Not sure who you are quoting, but it a'n't me. I like
High Flight; at one timeit helped fuel my desire to become a pilot. At no point, however, did I mistake it for a flight-training (or life-training) manual.
However you personally feel, let's say that others have not disagreed because they agree that such poems are clearly worthless. That means no enjoyment of poetry, no metaphor, no fantasy in general. It's like hard-core Christians who won't let their kids read Harry Potter, only in this case, it's because fantasy is not acceptable compared to reality.
Sigh. The difference is, of course (again) that I do not delude myself into thinking that fantasies I enjoy must somehow be "real". I can enjoy
Weyr Search without losing sight of the fact that a 727-sized lizard could not, physically, fly, or chew firestone. My understanding that F'nar is a
fictional character does not make me less moved by, or less jealous,of his relationship with Mnementh the Bronze.
I do not arrogate to disapprove of those with green growing among the stones of their holds.
It also apparently means not believing that one's wife is the most beautiful woman, or one's newborn baby is amazing, or any such subjective but incorrect things. Unless they objectively exceed average, we need to keep in mind they're average or perhaps below average. No one has disagreed, so I'm left thinking they agree.
I am
convinced that my partner is the finest, most attractive, most talented person I have ever "met, seen, nor heard tell about"--but that is my
opinion. I would not, and do not, insist that you agree; again,
Cosi Fan Tutti is a work of
fiction. It is silly to pretend otherwise.
"If I go out for a good dinner, I want to know the truth in the sense that I want to be charged the correct price, [etc.]... but other than that, it's primarily about feeling good." Apparently I'm alone on that, other than Bruto, and illogically enjoying a meal for intangible reasons is discouraged.
Perhaps you should escort that person of straw to stand with the others, over under that windmill. I can "go my way", "eat my bread with joy", and "enjoy my wine" with my partner
without having to
pretend that any of it was provided me by a 'god', particularly a 'god'
that cannot be shown to exist at all (to say nothing of
which of the multiple thousands of invented ones it would be).
If you need to
pretend in a 'god', it the taste of your meal, the touch of your partner's hand, is
improved by your
belief that a 'god' had a hand in it; make free so to do. As with other forms of onanism, I would prefer you did so in private, and did not tell me about it.
<snip of more of the same.