Will we always be lost in the chasm?

Will we always be lost in the chasm?

Teilhard de Chardin • Archives des jésuites de France (CC BY-SA 3.0)

Originally published 4 July 1994

On the shelves of my col­lege library, the biogra­phies of Teil­hard de Chardin rest between those of the philoso­pher Jean-Paul Sartre and the mys­tic Simone Weil.

Teil­hard was a Jesuit priest, a field pale­on­tol­o­gist, a philoso­pher, and a mys­tic. He trav­eled the world to exca­vate the fos­sil remains of human ances­tors. The con­cept of evo­lu­tion was cen­tral to both his sci­en­tif­ic and philo­soph­i­cal work. He looked for the com­ple­tion of evo­lu­tion in a kind of cos­mic con­scious­ness — the “Omega,” he called it — that he iden­ti­fied with God.

At the end of his life he was a man alone, lost in the chasm between 20th cen­tu­ry sci­ence and medieval religion.

Teil­hard shared with Sartre a close atten­tion to exis­ten­tial phe­nom­e­na, and with Weil a roman­tic reli­gios­i­ty and great­ness of spir­it. It would be nice to think that in some bet­ter world he is now enjoy­ing a glass of wine and con­ver­sa­tion with his two compatriots.

Teil­hard’s best-known book, The Phe­nom­e­non of Man, appeared in Eng­lish in 1959, at a time of spir­i­tu­al cri­sis in my own life. I was study­ing physics at UCLA, and seek­ing to rec­on­cile the reli­gion of my past with the sci­ence of my present.

In sci­ence, I had dis­cov­ered a uni­verse of stag­ger­ing com­plex­i­ty and beau­ty: vast reach­es of space and time in which human exis­tence shrank to appar­ent insignif­i­cance. The human-cen­tered the­ol­o­gy I learned as a child seemed nar­row­ly inad­e­quate. Noth­ing I had been taught in my reli­gious edu­ca­tion seemed capa­cious enough to encom­pass what I learned in science.

Teil­hard de Chardin blew into my life like a breath of fresh air. He was a man who ground­ed his every thought and feel­ing in the facts of sci­ence, and yet who had a deeply reli­gious vision of the universe.

The very first words of his book swept me into their thrall: “To push every­thing back into the past is equiv­a­lent to reduc­ing it to its sim­plest ele­ments. Traced as far as pos­si­ble in the direc­tion of their ori­gins, the last fibers of the human aggre­gate are lost to view and are merged in our eyes with the very stuff of the universe.”

Stuff! The stuff of the uni­verse. But not the drea­ry, geo­met­ri­cal atoms of the physi­cists. Rather, Teil­hard’s “stuff” was mind-stuff: ener­getic, rich with emer­gent pos­si­bil­i­ties, and car­ried along by the swelling riv­er of evo­lu­tion from the Alpha of cre­ation to the Omega of redemption.

His vision was like an hal­lu­cino­genic high, a jolt of elec­tric­i­ty. It con­vinced me that reli­gion and sci­ence might be rec­on­ciled after all.

Recent­ly, after more than three decades, I picked up Teil­hard’s book for anoth­er look. It is easy to see what exas­per­at­ed his sci­en­tif­ic col­leagues, and final­ly exas­per­at­ed me. Teil­hard claims his book is to be read as sci­ence, but it is a tis­sue of intu­ition, and words — “noos­phere,” “the cos­mic law of com­plex­i­ty-con­scious­ness,” “the Omega” — that have only the vaguest sci­en­tif­ic usefulness.

The Phe­nom­e­non of Man was hope­less as a pro­gram for bridg­ing the gulf between sci­ence and reli­gion. It is far too mys­ti­cal to appeal to sci­en­tists, and too pan­the­is­tic to sat­is­fy the­olo­gians. It is the intense­ly per­son­al con­fes­sion of faith of a God-struck dreamer.

Yet, I will not fault Teil­hard for try­ing, and much that is in his writ­ings now strikes me as on the mark.

He looked for some force or prin­ci­ple, dif­fer­ent from any yet artic­u­lat­ed by sci­ence, that dri­ves evo­lu­tion towards com­plex­i­ty and con­scious­ness. It seems to me that sci­ence is still grasp­ing towards such a prin­ci­ple, and that the new math­e­mat­ics of chaos and com­plex­i­ty may pro­vide a first glimpse of what it might be.

He knew that the chasm between sci­ence and reli­gion was cen­tral to our cul­ture. He thought the Roman Catholic Church was delib­er­ate­ly starv­ing itself to death out of its own anti­ma­te­ri­al­ism, and that it could regain vital­i­ty for the future only by ally­ing itself with the sci­en­tif­ic quest for truth. “If only Rome would start to doubt her­self at last, a lit­tle!” he wrote in a letter.

Final­ly, he saw that a rec­on­cil­i­a­tion of sci­ence and reli­gion demand­ed new for­mu­la­tions of reli­gious truths, con­sis­tent with sci­en­tif­ic knowl­edge of the cos­mos, yet faith­ful to the past and embody­ing our deep­est aspi­ra­tions for wor­ship. The Phe­nom­e­non of Man was his attempt to pro­vide those formulations.

His mis­take was to call what he was doing sci­ence, rather than theology.

Teil­hard’s supe­ri­ors in Rome knew the dif­fer­ence. They knew that his book was the­ol­o­gy, and they for­bade its pub­li­ca­tion dur­ing his life­time. They were not pre­pared to admit the least doubt about medieval def­i­n­i­tions of God and spir­it. Teil­hard him­self was ban­ished from his beloved Paris to the gulag of America.

He died in 1955, in exile, with much of his life’s work offi­cial­ly cen­sored. Near the end of his life, he wrote: “How is it pos­si­ble that I am so inca­pable of pass­ing on to others…the vision of the mar­velous uni­ty in which I find myself immersed?”

The chasm he sought to bridge remains.

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