“Whither is humanity? cried the Madman. I will tell you. We have killed it. We are its murderers! But how could we do this? Are we not plunging continually? How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?”
When Friedrich Nietzsche’s Madman told the world, “God is dead, and we are his murderers,” it was as if he alone understood the enormity of the crime. It took a thinker of Nietzsche’s dark brilliance to fathom the depths of what this “death of God” would mean. He spoke it this way, little knowing the death of humanity that would follow:
How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him….”
Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. “I have come too early,” he said then; “my time is not yet.”
Humanity Is Dead
And what if the Madman were to survey the world today? Would he not would cry out, “Humanity is dead!” Yes! And he would ask, “Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying humanity? Do we smell nothing as yet of the human decomposition?” And he might again conclude that his time is not yet.
How have we killed humanity? you ask. Is this not more clearly a fiction than Nietzsche’s “God is dead” ever was? Are there not 7 billion persons who can witness to humanity’s vitality?
Yes, humanity still lives, just as God still lived in Nietzsche’s day. Humanity lives in spite of the universal mass murder that philosophical naturalism would inflict upon it: the attempted strangulation of the idea of the human. Its quest is the murder not of persons but of personhood, not of humans but of humanness itself.
Naturalism will not succeed in this. That does not mean it is not trying.
I do not lay this charge directly at the naturalist’s feet: it is naturalism that is culpable, not you who are naturalists. Instead I call you to account, you who are naturalists, for your blithe and foolish ignorance of the magnitude of the atrocities you endorse. You bring carnage, and you speak of it lovingly, as if it brings hope to your breast. Who gave you the sponge to wipe away your concern for the heart of humanness?
How Have We Killed It?
Here is the deathliness of your naturalism:
Your naturalism seeks to kill humanness—and thus all the dignity of humanity—when it makes us machines, lacking all freedom of will.
It seeks to kill humanness—and thus all the realized experience of humanity—when it tries to persuade us human consciousness is but an illusion.
It seeks to kill humanity—all the glory of being human—when it places us on a plane with the animals and charges us with “speciesism” for considering ourselves otherwise.
It seeks to kill humanity—all the integral wholeness of the human—when it claims we are but machines crafted and co-opted by genes to reproduce themselves.
It seeks to kill humanity—all of humanity, all of humanness—when it tells us that physics and chemistry provide the most real, the most true explanation for who and what we are.
And all of this is to say nothing of the death of humanity in relation to the living God, who imparted humanity to us as beings in his own image.
Naturalism’s success would mean the destruction of all humanness everywhere. The universal murder would be accomplished. The genocide would be complete.
This is preposterous! you say. Where is this death of which you speak?
Do you not see it, though it is right before your eyes? (“I have come too early,” said the Madman; “my time is not yet.”)
And again you say Call me not a murderer! I too am human. I will not kill; I will not accept such a charge upon me!
Yes, naturalist, you are human. It is your humanness that may save you in the end. You say consciousness is an illusion, yet you say so consciously. You choose to say that choice is impossible. Your doctrine of fragmented reductionism issues not from your genes and neurotransmitters but from yourself: a person; a real person; a whole person. Your abstract naturalism unleashes its philosophical weapons of mass destruction upon humanness everywhere; still, your own very real humanness survives. So while you claim the murderous doctrine with your words, with your life you deny it; and how good it is that you do, for that very denial means your survival as a human person.
Nietzsche gloried in the horror of God’s “death.” Would he regard humanity’s death the same way? I can hardly think he would, even though today’s deadly naturalism is a tree nourished in the earth piled on God’s fictional grave. Nietzsche proclaimed God’s death as the liberation of humanity, but there finally comes a point when no so great a horror can no longer hide under such a mask.
For though naturalism is an abstraction, its weapons have real effects that inflict real damage, just as the fiction of God’s death has had real effects. The more the naturalist insists that we are but meat computers, puppets of our chemistry and environment, laboring under an illusion of human glory, meaning, and uniqueness, when we ought to reject our speciesism and bow to the knowledge of our bland sameness—the more the naturalist and the rest of us believe such things, and the more we will act as if they were real. We will treat ourselves and each other according to the degraded view we assign ourselves and others.
Has it not happened already in the wasteland of the TV sitcom? You say that is a trivial example. Is that not the point? We have trivialized our days and our evenings. We have trivialized our economic lives: our highest goal is not to serve but to survive until one day we can walk out of our work with the right gadgets, onto the right golf course. We have degraded romance and intimacy into the virtually anonymous “hook-up.” We have degraded marriage into a come-and-go-as-you-please convenience. We have trivialized all our human experience: because we have taught ourselves humanness itself is trivial.
Therefore to the naturalist I say this: you have strapped your deadly weapons upon your own body, for there is no escape, no exception: this is your suicide, by which you also murder all humanity. Would you die for this? Would you deny your entire humanness for this?
Nietzsche’s Madman understood better than others (though not well enough) what the God-killers were clamoring to destroy. He would know today (though not well enough) what it means that so many seek to strangle all humanness out of all human beings.
God survived the Madman. The Madman is, in the end, quite mad. Humanity will survive his re-visitation.
It bears repeating: Naturalism has grown up out of the fictional grave of God. Ironically some naturalists call themselves “humanists.” I speak again to you who consider yourself a naturalist: perhaps you do not care about God. Maybe you find the thought of God loathsome to you. I do not know what might have led you there. I would dearly love to call you to the place where you could understand that God is really good, loving, and great; to help you see that whatever you find ugly in God is founded in some distortion or misconception, rather than in reality. If you could answer that call I would be happy to greet you in the company of those who, by God’s grace, have come to experience his truth and goodness.
That may be too long and difficult a step for you to take. It might involve a change of mind that for you at this stage is beyond even imagining. Then I ask you to consider taking this smaller step. It’s in the right direction. I ask you to consider a step back toward affirming your own humanness, and that of all the people you know and love. Give up telling yourself with words what your real self knows to be false. Affirm—do not deny as “illusion”—your own freedom, your own awareness, your own worth beyond that of the animals. You are human, and you know it.
The genocide of which I have been speaking here is abstract, not real. In the end our humanness will prevail. Let your own humanness prevail in you—even if it leads you one frightening step back toward God.