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This passage was particularly profound, especially as I realize that I am helping turn the gears that crush many caught up inside:
The message of the new righteousness which eschatological faith brings into the world says that in fact the executioners will not finally triumph over their victims. It also says that in the end the victims will not triumph over their executioners. The one will triumph who first died for the victims and then also for the executioners, and in so doing revealed a new righteousness which breaks through the vicious circles of hate and vengeance and which from the lost victims and executioners creates a new mankind with a new humanity. Only where righteousness becomes creative and creates right both for the lawless and for those outside the law, only where creative love changes what is hateful and deserving of hate, only where the new man is born who is neither oppressed nor oppresses others, can one speak of the true revolution of righteousness and of the righteousness of God.
(Jürgen Moltmann, The Crucified God, p. 178)
My most basic question, as I realize that I have to live differently, is, “What now?” The question feels like one Paul might like to answer: “If the cycle of oppression is going to be broken and both self-righteous (me) will be justified along with the oppressed and destroyed, why should I do anything differently?” He might say something like “Because the grace of God abounds!”
The law of righteousness has been overcome by the law of grace. God is graceful to men – not “repent and be forgiven,” but “you are forgiven, now turn away and be transformed.” But how do I live in light of the Easter faith when my life is mostly comfortable? How can I live in the hope of resurrection-life rather than just having a set of beliefs and hoping all will be made right in the end, and operating in mode of unprincipled self-preservation as a result?

Monologue I: The post-modern (yuppie) subject
“I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st Street on the Eleventh floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I’m twenty-seven years old. I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine.

“In the morning if my face is a little puffy, I’ll put on an ice-pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep-pore cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water activated gel cleanser. Then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face, an exfoliating gel-scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask, which I leave on for ten minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out, and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing ‘protective lotion.’
“There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.”
Monologue II: The hysteric confession of guilt
“Howard! It’s Bateman, Pat Bateman. You’re my lawyer, so I think you should know I killed a lot of people! Some escort girls in an apartment uptown … some homeless people, maybe 5 or 10! Ummm … some girl I met at an NYU party. I left her body in the parking lot behind some old donut shop! My old girlfriend Beverly with a nail gun. Some man – some old FAGGOT with a dog!

"Hey Paul!"
“I killed another girl with a chainsaw. I had to, she almost got away. There was someone else there – I can’t remember…maybe a model or something. But, she’s dead too. And, uh, Paul Allen! I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face! His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hells Kitchen. I don’t want to leave anything out, now. I guess I killed maybe…twenty people. Maybe forty!
“I’ve got tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even…I even ate some of their brains. And I tried to cook a little. Tonight … I just HAD TO KILL ALOT OF PEOPLE! And I don’t think I’m gonna get away with it this time. So…I guess…I guess I’m a pretty sick guy. Well … if you get back tomorrow … I’ll meet you up at Harry’s Bar so … keep your eyes open. Bye.”
Monologue III: Guilty of … well, you (should) know!
“There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain in constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this there is no catharsis.
“My punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.”
Postlogue
“[A]ccording to Saint Paul, the Law itself generates the desire to violate it. Along the same lines, in contrast to the Law’s precise prohibitions (“You shall not kill, steal …”), the true superego injunction is just the truncated “You shall not!” – do what? This gap opens up the abyss of the superego: you yourself should know or guess what you should not do, so that you are put in an impossible position of always and a priori being under suspicion of violating some (unknown) prohibition. More precisely, the superego splits every determinate commandment into two complementary, albeit symmetrical, parts – “You shall not kill!,” for instance, is split into the formal-indeterminate “You shall not!” and the obscene direct injunction “Kill!” The silent dialogue which sustains this operation is thus: “You shall not!” “I shall not – what? I have no idea what is being demanded of me! Che vuoi?” “You shall not!” “This is driving me crazy, being under pressure to do something without knowing what, feeling guilty without knowing of what, so I’ll just explode, and start killing!” Thus killing is the desperate response to the impenetrable abstract superego prohibition.”
(Slavoj Zizek, The Puppet and the Dwarf, p. 105)

When it was noon, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. At three o’clock Jesus cried out with a loud voice, ‘Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?’ which means, ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’ When some of the bystanders heard it, they said, ‘Listen, he is calling for Elijah.’ And someone ran, filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a stick, and gave it to him to drink, saying, ‘Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down.’ Then Jesus gave a loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. Now when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, ‘Truly this man was God’s Son!’
(Mark 15:33-39, NRSV)

G. K. Chesterton, in response to the above passage:
It is written, “Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God.” No; but the the Lord thy God may tempt Himself; and it seems as if this was what happened in Gethsemane. In a garden Satan tempted man: and in a garden God tempted God. He passed in some superhuman manner through our human horror of pessimism. When the world shook and the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from the cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God. And now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all the creeds and god from all the gods of the world, carefully weighing all the gods of the world, carefully weighing all the gods of inevitable recurrence and of unalterable power. They will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. Nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. They will find only one divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only one religion in which God seemed himself for an instant to be an atheist.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, Orthodoxy, p. 145 (Image | Doubleday edition)

Zizek, in response to the above Chesterton passage:
Chesterton is fully aware that we are approaching ‘a matter more dark and awful that it is easy to discuss … a matter which the greatest saints and thinkers have justly feared to approach. But in that terrific rule of the Passion there is a distinct emotional suggestion that the author of all things (in some unthinkable way) went not only through agony, but also through doubt.’ In the standard form of atheism, God dies for men who stop believing in Him; in Christianity, God dies for Himself. In his “Father, why hast thou forsaken me,” Christ himself commits what is, for a Christian, the ultimate sin: he wavers in his Faith.
(Slavoj Zizek, The Puppet and the Dwarf; the Perverse Core of Christianity, p. 15)
Let us recall the example of a (’straight’) sexual relationship. The success of Peter Hoeg’s The Woman and the Ape indicates that sex with an animal is today’s predominant form of fantasy of full sexual relationships, and it is crucial that this animal is as a rule male: in contrast to cyborg-sex fantasy, in which the cyborg is, as a rule, a woman (Blade Runner) – that is, in which the fantasy is that of a Woman-Machine – the animal is a male ape copulating with a human woman, and fully satisfying her. Does this not materialize two standard common daydreams: that of a woman who wants a strong animal partner, a potent ‘beast’, not a hysterical impotent weakling; and that of a man who wants his female partner to be a perfectly programmed ‘doll’ who fulfils all his wishes, not a living being? What we should do in order to penetrate the underlying ‘fundamental fantasy’ is to stage these two fantasies together: to confront ourselves with the unbearable ideal couple of a male ape copulating with a female cyborg, the fantasmic support of the ‘normal’ couple of man and woman copulating. The need for this redoubling, the need for this fantasmic supplement to accompany the ’straight’ sexual act as a spectral shadow, is yet another proof that ‘there is no sexual relationship’.
(Slavoj Zizek, The Fragile Absolute or, Why Is the Christian Legacy Worth Fighting For? p. 59-60)

Slavoj Zizek s(h)itting

For any curious readers that don’t know me personally, I am an undergraduate studying physics at the University of California, Davis. I am down to the last weeks of my degree and have only taken eight units this quarter. Naïvely I assumed this meant I would have time to read a whole stack of books totally unrelated to physics, and in particular I thought it meant I would have time to audit a graduate seminar in critical theory dealing with the first volume of Marx’s Capital.
I forgot to mention that I am getting married in May and I am currently unemployed. I do have some prospects and interviews coming up. Interestingly enough, as a student of physics you learn (surprise!) how to solve a variety of problems in all sorts of fields, including computer science. I just have to convince prospective employers that I can indeed solve the same problems that engineers can, and in fact I have a deeper understanding of the theory behind most of them. I also have to be sure to describe my ability to learn quickly with a book and a bit of time, because I don’t necessarily have the same tools as my competition. I have a particular interview next week on Wednesday with a small web design company, and I really want, not to mention need, the job.
I actually feel a deep sense of guilt every time I pick up a book that is not Java related or a study aid for whatever big interview might be coming up. Capital? I read two-hundred and fifty pages of it and did my best to engage in the seven person seminar, but there goes the guilt again. Alas, Marx shall have to wait until after I secure a position at a job, which will, assuming the best case scenario, generate capital. I have a completely full bookshelf now (thanks Christmas!) which rather than giving me full and satisfied feeling leaves me wondering how and when I will have time to actually read my new books! (What a bourgeois stress that is, sounds like a page from Stuff White People Like. Life is good).
While I am not normally prone to stress, there are some obvious and I would assert good reasons for me to feel this way right now (i.e. economic downturn financial crisis and etc.).
So its been a good while since I have even logged into my WordPress account over the last couple of months, but I hope to settle into a regular blogging pattern by not expecting too much of myself as I go.

I finally finished this book, my first by Barth – it took me months to read this short (155 pages) series of lectures delivered to a group of dedicated students at Kurfürsten Schloss in Bonn in 1959. Despite the fact that each section is at most about five pages, Barth is deceptively easy to read and thus I spent a great deal of time poring over what had been transcribed in each lecture. He seemingly wastes no words, hardly repeats himself and is almost never recorded delivering anything but the highest level of discourse. Many do not write as clearly as Barth spoke extemporaneously.
Does God exist? I used to stress about this sort of thing. Now I think that the answer is. I remember learning 

What does this mean? Does it mean that Christians should litter bathrooms and airports with Chick tracts or wear obnoxious sandwich boards on the street corners? Does it mean that our Confession should be about ’soul-winning’ evangelism tactics and ‘always-ready-with-an-answer’ apologetics that I once knew as a younger evangelical? In the famous 1963 TIME magazine article about Barth, he says that forty years prior he advised young theologians to “take your Bible and take your newspaper, and read both. But interpret newspapers from your Bible.”
Yesterday I looked at the structure of belief and specifically how true belief exists in spite of all that is contradictory. I wrote about belief in the general sense of the term and without regard to the content of these beliefs. Some people that were with me yesterday are going to wonder how I could come back after seemingly opposing faith and knowledge with a post called “Faith as Knowledge”. Did I simply misread Barth and assume too much? Perhaps I was sloppy in my use of the word knowledge, and I will explain why in a moment with a bit more help from Barth.
What concerns many Christians in the commentary and bickering I frequently hear is what Barth identifies as scientia. Everyone recognizes the word immediately as a root for the word science. Scientific knowledge is not enough for Christian knowledge, which is wisdom and in fact encompasses theoretical knowledge and practical knowledge. Instead the Christian truth is living, and more importantly it is lived.
As I was browsing around for some photographs to publish here I searched for “in spite of everything” on Google (I know, that is a really odd search phrase) and the very first thing that popped up was a quote by Anne Frank that Zizek used as a prime example of true belief in his talk. Here is the quote, which I am sure is familiar to many: