Friday, June 19, 2015

On a few occasions in my life, I have managed to achieve something I'd been working for, and I've rewarded myself with a new tattoo. Since I began trying to turn my health around almost a year ago I have managed to drop about 120 pounds. (I'm down more than 160 pounds from where I was at my worst ever. I once weighed 330, today I weigh 167). I decided a couple of weeks ago that I've earned a new tattoo, and yesterday, Rob Smith at Caspian Tattoo in Lynchburg, VA, created a new tattoo for me on my left forearm.

I wrote something on Facebook explaining the tattoo, and the words in it, which reference my very favorite passage from my favorite book of all time. I decided I should cross-post that here at the blog.

This is my second CS Lewis-inspired tattoo, he's my favorite writer by a mile, and he has been for years. Lewis is best known for the Narnia books, but it was his Christian theology and philosophy that first drew me to him, and that's what I keep going back to. His writer's voice is a source of comfort to me, no matter what is going on in my life, and no matter what I think I do or don't believe at any given point.

The passage referenced in my new tattoo is long, the whole passage is two paragraphs, and I'll cut and paste it below. It's a passage about Lewis's very quiet, very English faith, and I think it serves as a lynch pen to the entire body of his work. The point of the passage is to remember the very limited, very incomplete scope of human experience... and to remember that the limits set by our perception forbid both narcissism AND nihilism. That's something that I try to consider daily, and I try to use it to keep my attitude in check. I try to remember that I simply see too little of the big picture to ever get too confident. I also see far too little of the big picture to ever allow myself to indulge in pessimism.

If you think about it, pessimism requires a very short-sighted, self-congratulatory kind of cockiness. In order to ever really feel that all is lost, you have to believe that you really understand things well enough to really see the limits of all possibilities. Not one of us possesses that kind of comprehension. I know that I don't, anyway, and I draw a great deal of comfort from that. Whenever I get really dark, really depressed, the thing that pulls me out of it is when I eventually realize, wait a minute ... I don't understand a damn thing. I know me, I know how little I've figured out over the years, and I know how often I am wrong. All the time! Every time I ever think I really see anything in its entirety, I soon come to realize that I don't. It seems that things always change in ways I could never have predicted. That's wonderful, and it grounds me. Even at times when my faith seems to have been tested and come up completely short, it always does me good to realize that the problem probably lies not just with my situation, but first with the very small window through which I'm viewing it. Lewis framed it in an "unanswered prayers" meditation, and that is where I always eventually go with it. Even when I'm at my lowest and cannot see God at all, I eventually remember that my inability to see the infinite is, first and foremost, an indication that I am finite.

Now the quote, the entire passage in two paragraphs from Lewis, if you care to read it:
“When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, 'Peace, child; you don't understand.'

“Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable. How many hours are in a mile? Is yellow square or round? Probably half the questions we ask - half our great theological and metaphysical problems - are like that. And now that I come to think of it, there's no practical problem before me at all. I know the two great commandments, and I'd better get on with them.”
So there's my new tattoo, and the ideas and reasoning behind it. I cannot say enough good about Rob Smith at Caspian Tattoo. I've never had a tattoo artist work as hard with me as he did to design something very personal and meaningful for me. He's a heck of a nice guy and a lot of fun to talk to, and I had a good time just hanging out with him and watching Bob's Burgers while he applied my ink. If you're anywhere near Lynchburg, Virginia, and you're looking for a great artist to do some tattooing for you, Caspian Tattoo is the place and Rob Smith is the man.

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