This is a post about finding meaning. Also crossposted at thephyseter.wordpress.com.
Why do I call myself The Physeter online? My internet moniker is the name of a beautiful and majestic creature:
The sperm whale (Physeter macrocephalus), or cachalot, is the largest of the toothed whales and the largest toothed predator. It is the only living member of genus Physeter, and one of three extant species in the sperm whale family, along with the pygmy sperm whale and dwarf sperm whale of the genus Kogia.
I love cetaceans of all sorts, and always have. I’m in awe of the mighty rorquals, like the blue whale and humpback, and love the intelligent and beautiful orcas and the smaller dolphins.
Perhaps I called myself Physeter as a statement of boldness. The Physeter is the largest living predator in the world. It dives deeper than any other air-breather, and does battle with mighty tentacled monsters in the unfathomable darkness.
Maybe I mean to imply that I will aggressively pursue truth and fight against falsehood. I will venture into the deepest darkness and do battle with any horrible, dark idea—and rip it to shreds.
Even better, the Physeter has a rather unique weapon. Physeter makes the loudest sound of any animal. Scientists speculate that the whale’s super-loud clicks can be used to stun the large squid it preys upon. In other words—it attacks with its voice.
Perhaps I called myself Physeter because I wanted to say that my voice in blogging and commenting would be well-heard; perhaps I meant to imply my words are a powerful weapon.
The mighty Physeter was dubbed with the rather juvenile common name “sperm whale”, because the whalers who named it were not all that scientifically rigorous, and thought the waxy fluid stored in its head looked like semen. Perhaps I picked this name because it suggests sexual liberation.
The real truth, of course, about why I picked this name is much simpler. I think whales are really cool, and sperm whales are one of my favorites, and I just thought Physeter sounded like a good name. The things about sexual freedom and boldness occurred to me later on, but they weren’t the reason I picked this name. I just liked how it sounded.
It can be fun to pick out these meanings for my name. In fact, you can create a metaphor like this from many different events, and different kinds of imagery. This weaving a solid, shimmering metaphor out of intangible threads of coincidence is a good skill to have if you are a writer or speaker. But you would be deluding yourself and your listeners if you thought just because you could show why something means something else, that proves the point you were making.
Christians like to draw together unconnected events and see God at work in them; and the point to these things as proof of God. But all they are really doing is using their own intelligence to create the meaning they wanted.
Sometimes Christians recognize that this kind of metaphor-drawing can go too far. They even poke fun at it, like the recent tongue-in-cheek Christian Post articles about the Superbowl. They compiled one set of verses that “prove” the Seahawks would win, and another set that “prove” the Broncos would win.
When I was in missionary training, we would have times for prophecy. They would tell us all to pray, meditate, maybe read the Bible if we wanted—and see what God would say to us. Prophecy is just about hearing God, they said, not about predicting the future. They asked us to share what we heard even if it didn’t make sense. Maybe sometimes you’d get a false positive, but sometimes you’d find that what didn’t make sense to you would make sense to someone else.
Maybe you’d get an idea of a country you should pray for. Or a certain person to pray for. Or a certain request you should make about yourself or your group or your country. Maybe God would give you images, like a massive iceberg and a small train, or something like that.
It might seem a little strange, they said, but just have faith that God loves us and cares for us and will speak to us.
Often one of us could come up with a way to take a meaningless image and make a spiritual truth about it. I was especially good at this. I thought this was kind of cheating, though. It seemed that if God was really speaking, he’d make himself clear; you could draw some kind of “meaning” out of any image at all if you stretched it far enough. But one of my fellow missionaries told me not to be so skeptical. God has given me intellect for a reason, after all; if I can think of a meaning, I should share it, and see if it rings true with the others in the group. So I made up spiritual meanings for all kinds of random images, and the group seemed to like it. Sometimes it seemed relevant to our group; more often it was general enough that it could be relevant to any group.
This may be an extreme example, but I think Christians do this sort of thing all the time. “I saw a butterfly today, that means God is telling me my deceased Grandma is in a better place, watching me from heaven.” Or “I heard this song on the radio today, that must mean this decision I’m thinking about must be right.” Or “There are four lunar eclipses in a row this year, that must mean God is doing something crazy in Israel.”
When I was a Christian I was, in essence, taught how to use my own mind to delude myself. I would create the meaning I wanted from meaningless images. If I had not realized this, maybe I could have kept using it unconsciously and become a self-deluded prophet, leading myself in circles. If I had realized this and decided to roll with it, maybe I could have become a hypocritical speaker who tricks the believers out of their money with my ‘words from god’.
Instead, as I came to realize this, I recognized it as a major blow to my evidence for God, and it helped push me away from belief.