Column The Borg were right: Resistance is futile
By JEANNETTE BATZ
The captain finished his spiel, and tiny TV monitors dropped from
the planes ceiling. One every third row, all broadcasting the same image,
giving us instructions. Resistance is futile, murmured my husband,
quoting the line from Star Trek about the Borg -- the giant
composite cyberorganism that assimilates every individual into the
Collective.
It did look a bit Orwellian, in the fluorescent twilight of the
airplanes interior. But my mind snapped onto the quotes secondary
meaning. Resistance is futile. Resist pain, and the anxiety of the resistance
will only intensify your discomfort. Resist a new experience, and the dread
mounts until you cannot face the challenge. Resist the vulnerability of your
human condition, and youre left with a hollow inhumanity. We know all
this. Yet we continue to resist.
The morning after our Borgian flight, for example, those friendly
skies opened in a torrential, Sturm und Drang downpour. Undaunted, the dog sat
by the streaming window waiting for her ritual morning walkies. Sighing
heavily, I shrugged into a slicker, stuffed a good-citizen plastic baggie into
the pocket and fastened her lead.
For the first half hour, I kept glancing nervously at the
lightning streaks and cringing at the rain dripping down my neck. Then --
wetter than Ive ever gotten in a shower, every article of clothing
sopping twice its weight in water -- I gave up and started enjoying it.
Splashing deliberately through puddles six inches deep, I laughed along with
Sophie, who flopped on her back whenever we reached a particularly thick, cushy
lawn, blissfully wriggling away the excess water.
Why had I bothered to resist the inevitable? Were
hard-wired, I suppose, to resist things that could endanger us -- cold or wet,
novelty or risk, pain or sorrow or longing. Yet such experiences can only be
peacefully endured -- and even transformed -- if we dont resist them.
Its the ancient wisdom of every tradition: Go with the flow.
Accept. Trust, have faith, continue.
Could biology be wrong? Or is it that the medievalists were right
when they set the body in opposition to the soul? Our physical instincts drive
us toward self-preservation and pleasure, and those impulses do seem to pull us
away from the spiritual life. In a relationship with God, our biggest enemies
are fear, selfishness and insatiable appetite, all of which are grounded in
base instincts.
So perhaps the war is inevitable, and lifes goal is to
squash the physical by strengthening the soul. I dont think so. Jesus was
gentle toward sinners driven by instinct; his own life balanced an honoring of
the body with a natural transcendence of its limits. The rest of us may share
in divinity, but we are begotten of flesh and blood, unhaloed. We need our
God-given instincts. Survival is indeed good, pain is often a necessary
warning, new territory does require extra caution.
By suffocating instinctive drives, some early Christians may have
strengthened their souls -- but others, less surely guided, simply added
emotional pain to physical deprivation. Unable to calmly acknowledge the
presence and force of instinctive reactions, they had to condemn them out of
hand, thus distorting human nature and disproportionately elevating denial,
abstinence, asceticism, masochism and martyrdom.
The trick is not to destroy instinct but to recognize when it no
longer serves us. Love can mean sometimes ignoring your own well-being to
foster someone elses; pain can outlast its purpose and turn chronic. And
caution can overstep its boundaries until it has confined us to a small corner
of our lives.
Its tiresome being this vigilant, though, staying up nights
to sort the healthy instincts from the knee-jerk ones that inhibit a
free-flowing life. I keep wanting to trust my instincts across the board, or
suffocate them once and for all and let my mind take over, or hand the reins to
my heart. Balancing it all feels like juggling eggs while standing, in high
heels, on a slippery slope.
And resistance is futile.
Jeannette Batz is a senior editor at The Riverfront
Times, an alternative newspaper in St. Louis.
National Catholic Reporter, October 9,
1998
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