breeze to sweep me away. Yet I should be open to new experiences, and permit
them to change my views, my behaviour and even my personality.
Experiences and sensitivity build up one another in a never-ending cycle. I
cannot experience anything if I have no sensitivity,
and I cannot develop
sensitivity unless I undergo a variety of experiences. Sensitivity is not an
abstract aptitude that can be developed by reading books or listening to
lectures. It is a practical skill that can ripen and mature only by applying it in
practice.
Take tea, for example. I start by drinking very sweet ordinary tea while
reading the morning paper. The tea is little more than an excuse for a sugar
rush. One day I realise that between the sugar and the newspaper, I hardly taste
the tea at all. So I reduce the amount of sugar, put the paper aside, close my
eyes and focus on the tea itself. I begin to register its unique aroma and flavour.
Soon I find myself experimenting with different teas,
black and green, comparing
their exquisite tangs and delicate bouquets. Within a few months, I drop the
supermarket labels and buy my tea at Harrods. I develop a particular liking for
‘Panda Dung tea’ from the mountains of Ya’an in Sichuan province, made from
leaves of tea trees fertilised by the dung of panda bears. That’s how, one cup at
a time, I hone my tea sensitivity and become a tea connoisseur. If in my early
tea-drinking days you had served me Panda Dung tea in a Ming Dynasty
porcelain goblet, I would not have appreciated it much more than builder’s tea in
a paper cup. You cannot experience something if you don’t have the necessary
sensitivity, and you cannot develop your sensitivity
except by undergoing a long
string of experiences.
What’s true of tea is true of all other aesthetic and ethical knowledge. We
aren’t born with a ready-made conscience. As we pass through life, we hurt
people and people hurt us, we act compassionately and others show
compassion to us. If we pay attention, our moral sensitivity sharpens, and these
experiences become a source of valuable ethical knowledge about what is
good, what is right and who I really am.
Humanism thus sees life as a gradual process of inner change, leading from
ignorance to enlightenment by means of experiences. The highest aim of
humanist life is to fully develop your knowledge through
a large variety of
intellectual, emotional and physical experiences. In the early nineteenth century,
Wilhelm von Humboldt – one of the chief architects of the modern education
system – said that the aim of existence is ‘a distillation of the widest possible
experience of life into wisdom’. He also wrote that ‘there is only one summit in
life – to have taken the measure in feeling of everything human’.
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This could well
be the humanist motto.
According to Chinese philosophy, the world is sustained by the interplay of
opposing but complementary forces called yin and yang. This may not be true of
the physical world, but it is certainly true of the modern world that has been
created by the covenant of science and humanism. Every scientific yang
contains
within it a humanist yin, and vice versa. The yang provides us with
power, while the yin provides us with meaning and ethical judgements. The
yang and yin of modernity are reason and emotion, the laboratory and the
museum, the production line and the supermarket. People often see only the
yang, and imagine that the modern world is dry, scientific, logical and utilitarian
– just like a laboratory or a factory. But the modern world is also an extravagant
supermarket. No culture in history has ever given such importance to human
feelings, desires and experiences. The humanist view of life as a string of
experiences has become the founding myth of numerous modern industries,
from tourism to art. Travel agents and restaurant chefs
do not sell us flight
tickets, hotels or fancy dinners – they sell us novel experiences. Similarly,
whereas most premodern narratives focused on external events and actions,
modern novels, films and poems often revolve around feelings. Graeco-Roman
epics and medieval chivalric romances were catalogues of heroic deeds, not
feelings. One chapter told how the brave knight fought a monstrous ogre, and
killed him. Another chapter recounted how the knight rescued a beautiful
princess from a fire-spitting dragon, and killed him. A third chapter narrated how
a wicked sorcerer kidnapped the princess, but the knight pursued the sorcerer,
and killed him. No wonder that the hero was invariably a knight, rather than a
carpenter
or a peasant, for peasants performed no heroic deeds.
Crucially, the heroes did not undergo any significant process of inner change.
Achilles, Arthur, Roland and Lancelot were fearless warriors with a chivalric
world view before they set out on their adventures, and they remained fearless
warriors with the same world view at the end. All the ogres they killed and all the
princesses they rescued confirmed their courage and perseverance, but
ultimately taught them little.
The humanist focus on feelings and experiences, rather than deeds,
transformed art. Wordsworth, Dostoevsky, Dickens and Zola cared little for
brave knights and derring-do, and instead described
how ordinary people and
housewives felt. Some people believe that Joyce’s
Ulysses represents the
apogee of this modern focus on the inner life rather than external actions – in
260,000 words Joyce describes a single day in the life of the Dubliners Stephen
Dedalus and Leopold Bloom, who over the course of the day do . . . well, nothing
much at all.
Few people have actually read all of
Ulysses, but the same principles