Wednesday, March 30, 2011

on civilized discussion

I started writing a new post about one of my favorite pieces of literature ever, Hamlet, but I decided against it. I'm sure you guys will read those thoughts sometime, but they're not for now. For now, I wanted to say a thing or two about my own struggles and conflicts, particularly with war.

My cheery friends and ever hilarious parents would probably at this point (were this a real conversation) point out that, to them, I don't have any "struggles" with my opinion on war: it's wrong, and I don't think twice on that. But this gets to something that lately has been bugging me, ever since I got into a completely unrelated argument with a good friend of mine.

We were talking about the beginning of the world (you know, usual coffee-shop banter), and whether we interpreted Genesis One as literal or figurative. My friend made a few notes, greatly hinting towards what he believed on the subject, but ultimately refused to define his actual standpoint. This, rather tellingly, frustrated me.

"You have to have a perspective, Taylor".
"Well, I do have one, I just see a lot of people around me who rush into ideas or beliefs without taking the time to think about and understand them."

Taylor, as much as I hate to admit it, is completely right (not that I begrudge the truthiness of his statement, just that I begrudge admitting he made a true statement). But, his application of this truth is different than mine, for this one crucial point: I believe the best way to understand an argument is to defend it.

In fact, when I get married and have children, I'm going to have an eternal rule in my household. At any point in time, during any argument, either party can say "Switch", and the two have to momentarily switch sides of the argument. The idea is that, having to defend something as your own belief, you will gain appreciation for what the person is trying to say. It won't (and shouldn't necessarily) always make you change your opinion, but (especially in heated arguments), it brings a level-headed demeanor to the whole thing. And it's a practice I strive for all the time (sometimes without thinking about it).

You see, once I hear a point of view, I try to reason it as my own belief which I am defending - abortion, homosexuality, warfare, politics, religion...as much as we hate to admit it, there are always two sides to every argument. Unwillingness to consider the other side means either you've never been taught to do that, or you're subtly afraid that your argument won't hold up as good as you think it does once you're the one probing it. Because you know exactly where to probe your own positions, because you defend them. You understand them.

This all comes back to my opinion on warfare, and everything else for that matter. People tell me I'm strong-headed, and immediately take sides in any discussion. That's true, but I never do it out of instant conviction or belief: I do it because I know it's the best way to hold an intelligent discussion on the subject, and more importantly the best way to understand whatever the position is. So with the warfare discussion, I am (honestly) constantly reasoning out the other perspective, considering it deeply and trying to defend it against my own inquiries. So far, it doesn't usually hold up, but occasionally it'll help me think of something I didn't before, which I can then pray about, consider, talk to my people more mature than I, and eventually come to a conclusion. Sometimes that conclusion means changing my belief just a little bit, or maybe even changing it a lot. More than once I've thought I would have to change my belief, but talking to my dad I realized that the point didn't actually mean anything.

So, to all you who call me "argumentative", this is why. Because argument ("discussion", if we're being polite) is the best way I know of to gain a logical and realistic opinion on any subject, and understanding the other side seems to be a talent our culture has lost.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

life moves forward

Sitting down to right this, it strikes me that I have no idea what to write about. Writing, for me anyways, is never what I would call a "voluntary" exercise. When you have something to write,there's nothing that can stop you from writing. It just happens. When I feel motivated to communicate some idea, either because I've thought of a great way to do that or it's just important to me, writing is easy. It flows. I don't even have to think about.

Otherwise, it's like forcing yourself to love someone. Which, while possible (see: siblings), is very difficult. And being lazy, I won't attempt it.

So I'm going to start a little series of writing about something I really want to write about: art. Specifically, art that has somehow deeply affected me over my life. Lying in bed last night, thinking desperately about what aspect of my life I want to flesh out for this blog, it occurred to me how much certain pieces of art have changed or altered my perception of the world, and I'd like to share them. Starting with...

Spirited Away

Hiyao Miyazaki is, as far as I'm concerned, a total genius. And in many ways far exceeding his western animation counterparts in terms of depth, style, and substance. This movie in particular, for me, was so affecting, that to this day I can remember when I first watched it.

I was sitting at home, it was raining I believe, and I was flipping around the movie channels looking for something good to watch. I saw that Spirited Away was about to start and, having a bit of an unexplored affinity for quality anime, thought I might give it a shot. My thought-process reaction to the film is shortened and transcribed as follows.

Well, this is really interesting. Kinda slow...it looks pretty though. Man, this girl is kind of a brat.
Old amusement park...creepy.
Wha...what? Okay, so...why do the parents keep eating? I guess that's...HOLY CRAP THEY'RE PIGS HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?
What's going on here? Where is she?
...
Sen is kind of annoying, but Haku...that kid's awesome.
...
*small tear in the eye as they fly away*
...
That was...

...fantastic. And the film stuck with me...I couldn't stop thinking about it. So many brilliant aspects of it, so many themes which surprised me, because they're things that the western animation shies away from.

Most telling for me, and a common theme for Miyazaki, is the lack of any clear "bad guy". Any evil character is revealed by the end to be misunderstood, cursed, or just weird. The plot moves forward with a shifting antagonist, until you realize that the antagonist is Chihiro's own issues. Her own insecurity and selfishness are what is holding her back, and not until she conquers those does she finally get to leave, though in the end she doesn't necessarily want to. That's part of her maturity.

Further, the film banks on this entire notion of growing up, part of which is acceptance. This idea that, as an adult, we need to accept things we don't like, and just work through them anyways. It sounds simple, but it is so beautifully played out that it resonates deeply with the viewer: Chihiro must accept her circumstance in order to move forward. And in moving forward, help herself, and help everyone around her.

Other things come into play, of course: Miyazaki's wonderful obsession with flight, environmental concerns, even a bit of pacifism here and there (I only let that bias me towards him a little). All in all, a stunning piece of art.

But what did it mean for me, in my life?

Good art does one of two things: it either affects how you live, or comments on how you're living. Great art does both.

Spirited Away made me realize that life is a progression - we're not merely sitting in one place, standing still in a thundering river. We're flowing forward, whether we want to or not, and on some level we have to accept that. It's the transition to adult-hood. It's also something the Bible speaks on (see Ecclesiastes 1:1-11) - we're quickly fading. We're a speck in life, and the sun will rise and the sun will set (never a miscommunication...you can't explain that*), regardless of who we are or what we do. Life moves forward without us, so we had better learn to be ready for it.

That's just one of countless things to get out of this movie. Obviously I highly recommend it.

Next Time: Watchmen? Or maybe Hamlet? Tune in to find out!

*Lol, Bill O' Reilly.