The metaphysical / new age religions have a version of “a desire to be totally rational” that is honestly just as bad.
I grew up in one. No glass and steel, but quite the desire to be made out of cosmic sunbeams and spiritual joyfulness.
Humans feel more than that. Pain, grief, loneliness, stress, rage, and pride aren’t toxic energy: they are existence. You can’t aspire to something that cuts out half of your existence, or you’re always going to feel inadequate.
That said Song of the Fucked Duck by Marge Piercy has a great thought on that:
I can still love the sacred in a profane existence.
You gotta be careful though!
The metaphysical / new age religions have a version of “a desire to be totally rational” that is honestly just as bad.
I grew up in one. No glass and steel, but quite the desire to be made out of cosmic sunbeams and spiritual joyfulness.
Humans feel more than that. Pain, grief, loneliness, stress, rage, and pride aren’t toxic energy: they are existence. You can’t aspire to something that cuts out half of your existence, or you’re always going to feel inadequate.