Three Scenes from a School Day

September 14, 2012

“Svaardvaard” Bill Bornschein

For this post I’d like to share three distinct  Becker-related observations from a day at school. They do not  come together to form an overarching theme; rather, they demonstrate the breadth of application that a Beckeresque  perspective provides. Alternately, they may reflect my own focus since I recently told a friend that I divide my life into pre-Becker  and post-Becker. Whichever is the case, here goes:

#1) The first scene is from the classroom and reflects “intentional Becker.”  We have been studying the nature and function of myth in culture, Joseph Campbell-type material. Looking at both religious and secular mythology, we strive to understand the conditions under which myths thrive or falter. We learn that myths are strongest when they are unconsciously assumed and weakest when they are self-consciously held at arm’s length. As Campbell and others have pointed out, times of rapid change make people aware of the myth as myth. In the words of Walter Truett Anderson, “We are not so much possessed by belief as possessors of belief.” We inhabit our traditional myths in newly self-conscious ways in our postmodern age. I express this new experience by standing in the classroom doorway, one foot in, representing living within the myth, and the other foot outside the door, representing transcending the myth. The dilemma of the self-conscious society is the dilemma of the self-conscious individual writ large: namely, how to live with integrity in the face of reality. Retreats into nihilism and tribalism are options that are clearly present. Standing in the doorway reflects another option, living with traditional myth in a new way. Consider the traditional Biblical creation account, which is geocentric and anthropocentric. Now consider the current state of knowledge about our place in the universe as reflected in the following  flash animation. http://htwins.net/scale2/?bordercolor=white   What are we supposed to do with this? How do we appropriate tradition in light of such a new perspective? As Becker provides no pat answers, neither do I. The students wrestle with new questions of meaning and tradition and the hope is that the process itself will render them more compassionate and tolerant as they understand their own myths in a less absolute way.

#2)  Even as traditional myths undergo stress in the face of rapid change, so too there are newly minted myths that largely escape observation and critique and are quite robust. Chief among these new myths are the myth of progress and the myth of the technological fix. These two myths come together in a new piece of technology that many students own, the iPad.  As I strolled through the cafeteria at lunch I noticed a table of eight or nine students sitting with their iPads, each playing a different sports game, football, auto racing, basketball and the like. The students were talking to each other even as their eyes remained riveted on their screens. Two things occurred to me. One was that I was reminded of Becker’s description of philistinism and wondered what he would think of this new technology’s power to distract and trivialize. The second was that the students offered ample evidence of how malleable we truly are. We are training our flexible minds to do new things in new ways, for better or for worse.  Some observers like Nicholas Carr, author of The Shallows, warn that the new technology is producing a jumpy human mind that now struggles with sustained focused concentration. Whether one sees the technological revolution as a blessing or a curse, the fact remains that we are remarkably adaptive. Becker warned against a New Age-style apotheosis of man, and yet it is our capacity for change that is  our wellspring of hope. We may be locked in to our mortal condition, but we do still have imagination and the capacity to change our direction, if not our fate.

#3) The third Beckerian scene is the most serendipitous. While in the teacher’s lounge I had a conversation with a young English teacher who was upset with a particular student over the creation myth he had composed. It seems the young man, in his story, had envisioned the world as created from the feces of a sacred animal. As it turned out, this was the younger brother of a student who had tried something similar a few years earlier, only making the feces from God directly. “But I didn’t make it God’s poop!” was the younger brother’s defense. The teacher saw disrespect. I saw Becker. It seemed to me that such a creation narrative was psychologically grounded in the human condition in a way that many creation myths are not. Whether or not disrespect was intended, the usage seemed pretty accurate. A quick survey of creation myths revealed what I expected, that creation from feces is a common theme from the Americas to Europe, Africa and Australia. Intuitively, the students were onto something, no shit.



  1. Good insight–well articulated. Becker is everywhere.

    • Thank you very much.

      • Bill,

        Don’t know if the below is germane to your post. Perhaps it is to a slight degree. In any case, I have learned a lot–at least I think I have–in this battle between the blind and uncaring body, that congeries of blood, bone, and flesh in which we are trapped, and the high and mighty symbolic self, which, it seems to me, must learn somewhere along the line to adopt a dollop or two more of humility, recognize its alarming propensity to shamelessly flatter itself.

        in the last three years in a so far futite attempt to discern the cause fo some lower unrinary tract problem, a vexing, annoying thing, persistent rather than painfully pernicious, I have seen seven urologists. My nether orifices have been, it seems, navigated more often than the Nile. We all know, don’t we, where the real “heart of darkness is,” don’t we?

        In the beginning of this stuggle, the symbolic self felt and often expressed high dudgeon at the procedures the doctors used to enter the body’s viscera: fingers, tubes, all kinds of tubes, from simple catheters to complicated things with lights and cameras. No matter: they all hurt like hell.

        The symbolic self sneered at the animal, as if to say, “How could you embarass me so?” I felt, I guess the word is, embarrassed at having become a thing to the attending physicians, and that’s what I was, am, to them. They don’t care, particularly in their workings on the body, to hear anything from the symbolic self. It means nothing to them. My vanity, my pitiful attempt to seem more than a creature lying upon a table, its mindless confusion of flesh gone awry, means nothing to the doctors–nor should it.

        After a while the symbolic self, perhaps in an attempt to assuage the anxiety of it all, reconciled with the animal, not that the animal cares.

        In any case, I just decided all this furor about worrying about having a tube inserted into one’s penis and thrust into the bladder is cosmetic; that is, it’s false. It’s a procedure, not a judgment on the worth of the creature. The act has nothing to do with dignity. One needs to perceive oneself in a different way. Take a hike, symbolic creature! Get over it; find another illusion. You’ve lost the battle in this one.

        Very well. Last week I saw a new urologists. We chatted for a while, his taking my medical history, listening patietly as I tried to explain the dynamics of this three-year-old problem.

        Eventually it came time for the digitial palpation of the prostate gland. The doctor, since he was seeing me for the first time, tried to put me at ease, doing his best to make me feel comfortable, all but saying, “I know this is unpleasant and undignified, but [and here the introduced some leviety, as if it would make me feel better) I’m gonna have to ask you ‘drop your drawers.'”

        “Doc,” I said, “I don’t feel any great invasions, as if this is any great violation of myself. In the last three years I have dropped my drawers more times than a two-dollar whore in a Tijuana whorehouse.” He laughed. I laughed. It was as if he were taking a look at a blemisn on my skin. All was okay.


  2. Bruce, I think it is completely germane and the provides me with the reassurance of your good temper and fortitude. Best wishes with all things related. I’d like to think the animal self cares a bit.

  3. Thanks for the read Bill. Yes, I think the myths of ‘progress’ and ‘technology’ are the most problematic for our modern cultures. What exactly are we progressing toward? Where are these ‘advancements’ supposed to take us?

    And thanks Bruce, for your thoughtful reply – as one who has been through his fair-share of medical procedures, I can relate to your experience (and the attitude of those doctors you describe). Many are trained to treat the human body as an object… effectively ignoring the subjective ‘self.’ But I think that attitude is just as problematic (in some ways) as buying into symbolic illusions. I believe we can still partially rescue the symbolic self and human dignity while remaining consistent with our discovery of human absurdity.

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