Plow

They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks;
nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
— Isaiah 2:3–4

They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks;
nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
— Isaiah 2:3–4

My blog posts from 2017 reflect real concern about the possibility of tyranny in America. I and others who shared this concern were not prophets. All it took was a knowledge of history and some insight into politics and human nature.
A signature post in this vein was about Sophie Scholl. She was a founder of the White Rose movement, a tiny group of German students who distributed leaflets opposing the Nazi regime. In 1943 she and two others were arrested, tried and immediately executed for treason. At the trial she simply said, “Somebody, after all, had to make a start.”
In modern times, the readers of Brigitte, the largest women’s magazine in Germany, voted Sophie Scholl the most important woman of the 20th century.
For an extended discussion, see the original post.
© 2024 by Bob Schwartz
It is reported that many Americans seem gloomy about a supposedly great economy.
The second Noble Truth of Buddhism is that suffering arises due to craving.
It’s that simple.
As for “supposedly great”, while aggregate top-line numbers for all Americans do look positive, there are details showing that everyday things like housing, food and gas are still shaky. Lots of people don’t feel the greatness.
Above and under all that, people compare what they have to what they want and expect to what they don’t have. Weighed and found wanting. Which is natural. But it is, according to Buddhism, and to other traditions (e.g., lilies of the field), a source of suffering.
So whoever you’re listening to—social media influencers and visionaries, Republicans who tell you that you’ve never had it worse or Democrats who tell you that you’ve never had it so good—stop listening for a moment. Then go back to having more or wanting more. We’re only human.
© 2024 by Bob Schwartz


The longer Nikki Haley stays in the race for the Republican nomination, the crazier Trump will act.
That may or may not be the point of her running. But it is already an effect, and he is getting worse every day she persists.
I first mentioned Trump’s mental health seven years ago (DSM-5: Antagonism and Narcissistic Personality Disorder). It is the most popular of my posts, viewed thousands of times, and still regularly read.
Here’s the most amazing thing: It never mentions Trump at all. But somehow, readers figured out in 2017 and beyond that it was about him.
It’s hard to know which is more unsettling. That a man who is clearly suffering from a psychological illness may yet become president (again). Or that the Republican Party, which must be aware of this, is willing to overlook it.
There are two unlikely but not impossible ways Republicans may yet deny Trump the nomination.
He is convicted of a crime before the convention or the election. That is unlikely to matter, because even if there is a conviction, it will be under appeal and characterized as part of the persecution and witch hunt.
He spins further out of psychological health, so that even irresponsible Republicans worry that voters may notice that the person running for president is—to use the disfavored colloquial word—crazy.
It appears that Nikki Haley is not backing down. She actually appears to be doubling down.
What will Trump say about her next in a rambling speech? What new off-the-wall attacks will he make? What absurd lies about her will he concoct?
Buckle up. It’s going to be the craziest ride in American political history.
© 2024 by Bob Schwartz

The last couple of mornings the clouds have been playing with the mountains. Hanging out, hanging down.
This morning I was not sure I was seeing what I saw. A stream of clouds was hanging way down. For some houses, at roof level or below. As those in the houses could see. As I could see. As you can see.
© 2024 by Bob Schwartz

Road House is one of my favorite movies. Ever.
The category “guilty pleasure” is kind of silly. It’s supposed to mean movies that “real” film people disrespect, that you love, and therefore that you feel guilty about loving. There’s no reason to feel guilty about movies you love. If that was a thing, many of our relationships would qualify as guilty pleasures, which mostly they are not.
By critical standards, Road House is not on any best of lists. But besides its entertainment value, it also contains a helpful dose of philosophy.
Dalton—one name only—is a world class cooler. One step above bouncers, who work for him, he maintains peace in rowdy clubs. Just the mention of his name elicits gasps from the staff at the Double Deuce, an out-of-control club in Missouri that Dalton is hired to straighten out.
Too many plot points here will spoil the movie for you (you are going to watch it, aren’t you?). Just know that Dalton has a cute meeting with a beautiful doctor in an emergency room, after he has been knifed.
DOC
How’d this happen?
DALTON
Natural causes.
DOC
(peers at cut)
Looks like a knife wound.
DALTON
Like I said.
(reaches down, hands the doctor a file from his case. The doctor scans the pages of extensive medical records.)
DOC
You’re a bouncer?
DALTON
Uh-huh.
DOC
Well, Mr. Dalton, you may add eighteen stitches to your dossier of thirty-one broken bones, two bullet wounds, eight puncture wounds and four stainless steel screws. That’s an estimate of course.
(prepares to suture)
I’ll give you a local.
DALTON
No thanks.
DOC
Do you enjoy pain?
DALTON
Pain don’t hurt.
DOC
(peers at folder)
Says you’ve got a degree from New York University.
DALTON
That’s right.
DOC
What in?
DALTON
Philosophy. Psychology.
DOC
Yeah?
DALTON
Uh-huh.
(doctor continues stitching)
DOC
What’d you study?
DALTON
Little of everything. Man’s search for faith. That sort of shit.
Even if you love the movie, you have to chuckle at Patrick Swayze’s ridiculous answer about his studies: “Little of everything. Man’s search for faith. That sort of shit.”
But the real key is his refusing a local anesthetic: “Pain don’t hurt.”
Besides knowing how to clean up a club, Dalton’s experiences and studies have made him wise.
According to some philosophies, in one sense, pain don’t hurt. That doesn’t mean there isn’t severe and excruciating pain, far beyond getting stitches in an emergency room. Pain you can’t pretend isn’t there or that you can think away. I don’t want to give Dalton (who has studied “that sort of shit”) or the scriptwriters too much credit, but they are on to something that various traditions teach. Besides the blessings of unabused painkillers, some degrees of over-attachment to pain or pleasure can keep us off balance. And while I don’t like disagreeing with Dalton, who was trying to impress a gorgeous doctor, it’s not that pain don’t hurt, but that pain can hurt differently.
“Pain can hurt differently” isn’t much of a movie line. Especially in one of the greats.
© 2024 by Bob Schwartz

Every morning I open the curtains and say, silently or out loud, “Yeah, the mountains are still there.”
In Mountains and Waters Sutra, Dogen writes about mountains walking on water and giving birth. He also writes “mountains and waters of themselves become wise persons and sages.”
These mountains talk to me and teach me. About everything. Every day. Better than anyone
That’s why it’s a good thing that they are still there when I open the curtains.
© 2024 by Bob Schwartz

“Far from providing false or unverifiable answers to our questions, the religions provide no answers at all. On this basis, one explanation for the proliferation of belief systems at the edges of the great religions is that they provide a shield against this absolute openness, a protection in advance against what might lie just beyond the horizon and so far unseen, or even imaginable.”
James P. Carse (1932-2020) taught at New York University for thirty years, where he was Professor of the History and Literature of Religion and Director of the Religious Studies Program. Among his many books is the masterpiece Finite and Infinite Games: A Vision of Life as Play and Possibility (1986).
A brief and groundbreaking book, Finite and Infinite Games is hard to summarize and understand without context. Carse closes with this:
The myth of Jesus is exemplary, but not necessary. No myth is necessary. There is no story that must be told. Stories do not have a truth that someone needs to reveal, or someone needs to hear. It is part of the myth of Jesus that it makes itself unnecessary; it is a narrative of the word becoming flesh, of language entering history; a narrative of the word becoming flesh and dying, of history entering language. Who listens to his myth cannot rise above history to utter timeless truths about it.
It is not necessary for infinite players to be Christians; indeed it is not possible for them to be Christians—seriously. Neither is it possible for them to be Buddhists, or Muslims, or atheists, or New Yorkers—seriously. All such titles can only be playful abstractions, mere performances for the sake of laughter.
Years later, Carse expanded on his vision with The Religious Case Against Belief (2008). In it, he distinguishes between religion and belief systems. The conflation and confusion between them has led to damage and tragedy, and to religion being devalued or dismissed.
As with Finite and Infinite Games, summarizing the book is impossible. Here in the final part, Conclusion: For the Recovery of Wonder, Carse tries to put religion in its proper place—as a source of inspired questions and wonder and not as the absolute source of (often weaponized) answers:
The question remains: if religion is at its core so antithetical to belief, why does it happen that belief systems gather so persistently around genuine religious expression? Recent critics of religion may have been mistaken in thinking that it was religion they were attacking and not the isolated beliefs with which they mistakenly identified them, but they have a point, inasmuch as believers do regularly represent themselves as truly religious—or impute to their beliefs an aura of pseudo-religious validation. Put another way, we might ask, What is it about religion that causes believers to reject it? Why are some Christians so certain in their understanding of the resurrection of Jesus, or Muslims so convinced that the Quran justifies a violent form of jihad, when it should be perfectly obvious to both that these are issues that have been unresolved after centuries of animated and learned debate?
Any answer to this curious fact must be speculative at best. We can at least say that whenever we turn to religion for answers to the questions that press all of us for our simply being human (what happens at death? why is there evil? where did it all come from? how will it end? why is there something rather than nothing?), instead of answers we are offered a deepened expression of the same question. When the dying Buddha assured his grieving friends that his body would decay like any other earthly object, he was asked whether he would live on after death. He answered in effect: we cannot say the Buddha lives on; we cannot say he does not; we cannot say he both lives on and does not; we cannot say he neither lives on nor does not. On the one hand, he emphasizes the reality of his death, on the other, the utter impossibility of understanding it. This open-ended, or what I have called horizonal, way of thinking then penetrates every aspect of Buddhism. It cancels the claim that anyone, even the most accomplished Buddhists, or bodhisattvas, can say what Buddhism is truly about.
By virtue of the ignorance inherent in its long conversation with itself, each religion can behold another only with wonder. That they are rivals, or that they have contradictory views of God, or that they cannot exist in the same time and place, or that one endangers the other—none of this comes to mind among the religious. The great danger of belief systems is that the opposing sides are sure they do understand each other. When Christians fault the Muslim idea of God, calling Islam a false deity or a satanic creation, they have done more than reveal their flawed understanding of Islam, they have severed themselves from their own faith. They are no longer Christians, but willfully ignorant ideologues.
Far from providing false or unverifiable answers to our questions, the religions provide no answers at all. On this basis, one explanation for the proliferation of belief systems at the edges of the great religions is that they provide a shield against this absolute openness, a protection in advance against what might lie just beyond the horizon and so far unseen, or even imaginable. Believers, in short, are terrified by genuine expressions of religion, and respond to them by vigorously ignoring them. They take refuge in agreement, solidarity of membership, and the sense that they belong to something that exists independently of their participation in it. Thus it was when Urban II saw a loss of fervor in Christendom, he initiated in the year 1095 what was to become several centuries of costly, savage, and ultimately failed crusades against the Saracens. It was far more reassuring for medieval Christians to battle Islam than it was for them to inquire unrestrictedly into the learned and thriving Islamic civilization. In the meantime, of course, it was a way of escaping any inquiry into the great uncertainties of Christianity itself. As much as it was a declared war against infidels, it was an undeclared war against their own poets.
The poets, of course, are not at war with believers. They do not meet the authority of sword and crown with armies of their own, but only, like Galileo, with a continuing attempt to reimagine the universe. And like Galileo, they are easily brushed aside by the powerful. Those who share their vision are small in number compared to the masses attracted to belief systems in general. Without their disturbing presence in the communitas, however, the communitas loses its integrity and if it survives at all it is by surrendering its authority to the civitas. As a result, the civitas itself will become hollow and brittle, finally sharing the fate of Soviet Marxism, or Italian fascism, or Argentine despotism, or American exclusivism.
In laying out the religious case against belief, it may seem that I have privileged the former over the latter. It must be said, however, although I can offer no statistical basis for it, that the world is far more attracted to belief systems than to religion as I have described it. Nonetheless, poets will always rise in their midst, even in the most severe, knowing they lack every form of worldly power, hoping only that their singing will outlast them. But if it does, even if it is long remembered, finally there is only oblivion. Why then do they continue to sing? They have no choice. They know they are ignorant.

“Remember the blood of the innocent cries forever. Should that blood stop to cry, humanity would cease to be.”
—Abraham Joshua Heschel
Abraham Joshua Heschel was a great Jewish thinker, writer and prophet of the twentieth century. I have included him in over 30 posts, far more than any other figure. Here is one example.
Heschel was one of the earliest religionists to oppose the Vietnam War. As a friend and colleague of Martin Luther King Jr. in the civil rights movement, he influenced King to publicly come out against the war.
Benjamin Sax talks about the price Heschel paid:
“When he came out against the Vietnam War for example, there were a lot of Jewish presses and a lot of Jewish leadership that spoke out against him. There was a lot of criticism about his leadership, about his point of view – he was considered naive. Worse he was considered theologically naive. That what he was doing was undermining the safety of his own people and undermining the safety of our country. And that aspiring to these universal, patriotic values was something that at least many in the Jewish community wanted to put out there even if they were uncomfortable with the reasons why we were in Vietnam. And so, it also put his reputation at risk.”
Heschel wrote about the war:
“The blood we shed in Vietnam makes a mockery of all our proclamations, dedications, celebrations. Has our conscience become a fossil, is all, mercy gone? If mercy, the mother of humility, is still alive as a demand, how can we say yes to our bringing agony to that tormented country? We are here because our own integrity as human beings is decaying in the agony and merciless killing done in our name. In a free society, some are guilty and all are responsible. We are here to call upon the governments of the United States as well as North Vietnam to stand still and to consider that no victory is worth the price of terror, which all parties commit in Vietnam, North and South. Remember the blood of the innocent cries forever. Should that blood stop to cry, humanity would cease to be.”
Heschel died in 1972. It would be beyond presumptuous—criminal and sinful—to claim to know what he would be saying about the current Israeli war in Gaza. All we can know is that he urged flawed human beings to rise above self to do better and be better, which is what he believed God needs us to do.