The Relativity of Truth

by Ali Hammad

In The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether, Edgar Allan Poe relates the story of a lunatic asylum where the patients have taken over, but the visitors to the asylum are unable to discern the switch.  The narrator of the story is unable to recognize that the superintendents are the actual inmates, and vice versa.

The story, I think, is a call to examine the relativity of sanity and, too, of truth itself.  That truth may be relative isn’t a new idea.  Many have propounded it. Protagoras, an ancient Greek, may have been one of the first ones.  Some of his views are documented in an eponymous dialogue within Plato’s Dialogues.  But the views that I find the most engaging are those of the Sufis.

Here’s a Sufi tale.  Once a prophet told a man of an impending change in the nature of fresh water that will drive its consumers insane.  The man was a little incredulous, but nevertheless, quite sanely, hoarded water in case something like this were to happen.  The day foretold did arrive and all consumers of the maddening water (the only kind now available) turned insane.  Our man was happy drinking from his secret supply of untainted water until he realized that everyone around him thought he was the insane one.  Upon that realization, he reluctantly broke all the pots of good water, partook of the spurious one, and lived happily ever after.

One more story, one that belongs to Mullah Nasruddin, the sagacious comic of the oral Sufi tradition.  To the ruler of a city state who was obsessed with only letting truthful people into his city, Mullah Nasruddin once said, “What we perceive to be the truth is generally only relative truth.”  The ruler, who had set up a Truth Police to examine people for truthfulness, asked the Mullah to leave the city and then enter through its font gate, allowing for examination by the Truth Police before entry.

Next to the front city gate was set up a gallows.  The truthful ones, as determined by the Truth Police, were allowed to walk in through the gate, the liars went to the gallows.

“You there, where go you?” asked the haughty Chief Truth Inspector as Mullah Nasruddin approached.

“To the gallows,” said the Mullah.

“That is a lie.  You can’t deliberately be walking to your death.”

“Send me to the gallows, then, for lying.”

“But that will make your statement true, and you eligible for entry into the city.”

“Allow me in, then.”

“But that will make your statement false, and you eligible only for hanging.”

Having made his point, and leaving the Chief Inspector scratching his head, the Mullah sauntered into the city.

Lesson: Truth (like sanity) is relative.  Hanging on to one’s beliefs and convictions is commendable, but enforcing the same convictions upon others—sometimes at the point of sword—is not.  One man’s, even one nation’s, truth may be another’s lie.  The humble understand this, the haughty don’t.

Is there also absolute truth?   Protagoras, the ancient proponent of relativism, may disagree but the Sufi’s answer is a resounding “yes.”  Indeed there is Absolute Truth.  It is always the object of a Sufi’s quest, and the path to that Truth—God—is a direct one: no dogma or ritual or third-party endorsement required.

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Silence is Golden

by Navid Zaidi

چُپ کر کے کریں گزارے نوں

سچ سن کے لوک نہ سہندے نیں
سچ آکھیے تاں گل پیندے نیں
پھر سچے پاس نہ بہندے نیں
سچ مٹھا عاشق پیارے نوں

چُپ کر کے کریں گزارے نوں

Pass your time by keeping silent.
People can’t bear to hear the Truth,
You speak the truth and they pounce on you.
They hate to sit by the truthful,
The Truth tastes sweet only to the lover.
Pass your time by keeping silent.  …………Bulleh Shah

We argue with others due to our attachment to being right. It is one of our strongest attachments. We engage in arguments about trivial matters. That turns into disagreements. That leads to anger born out of our sense of self-righteousness. All of that happens due to our ego’s desire to be right. So, shun the addiction of being right.  Embrace the potent silence. Just say ‘You are right,’ and move on, but let this be an act of kindness and sincerity, rather than sarcasm.

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Sufi Snaps: Existence

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Our existence is but a bubble, this show but a mirage
(Mir Taqi Mir – 18th Century Urdu poet)

Photograph by Ali Hammad

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Quest for Reality and the Meaning of Prayer

by Navid Zaidi

The Sufi’s book is not composed of ink and letters:

It is not but a heart white as snow.

The scholar’s possession is pen-marks.

What is the Sufi’s possession? – foot-marks.

The Sufi stalks the game like a hunter:

He sees the musk-deer’s track and follows the footprints.

For some while the track of the deer is the proper clue for him,

But afterwards it is the musk-gland of the deer that is his guide.

To go one stage guided by the scent of the musk-gland is better than a hundred stages of following the track

and roaming about.

(Rumi)

Allama Iqbal explains : “The truth is that all search for knowledge is essentially a form of prayer. The scientific observer of Nature is a kind of mystic seeker in the act of prayer. Although at present he follows only the footprints of the musk deer, and thus modestly limits the method of his quest, his thirst for knowledge is eventually sure to lead him to the point where the scent of the musk-gland is a better guide than the footprints of the deer. This alone will add to his power over Nature and give him that vision of the total-infinite which philosophy seeks but cannot find. Vision without power does bring moral elevation but cannot give a lasting culture. Power without vision tends to become destructive and inhuman. Both must combine for the spiritual expansion of humanity.”

Prayer is not a one way communication with an external agency such as God. It is a connection between man’s internal and external world. It’s more like self-reflection. There is nothing occult about it. It is a means of spiritual illumination that leads to self-awareness and self-affirmation. In this way, it is an inner act of self-discovery.

Since prayer is an inner act it has been expressed by mankind in a variety of forms. There should not be dispute over the form of prayer. The Quran says,

To every people have We appointed ways of worship of their own. (2:148)

Which direction you turn your face to (i.e., ritual) is certainly not essential to the spirit of prayer.  Again states the Quran,

The East and the West is God’s; therefore whichever way ye turn, there is the face of God. (2:115)

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Saline chants

(God hides in teardrops)
by Ali Hammad

Fat one on a thin face
Roll off at a sad pace
Mark a track on a cheek
Singe a heart with a streak
Well well in an eye
Leave leave other dry
Take the soul where you go
Ache and love, wish and woe
Gentle gentle flow O brine
For you for you are divine
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Fear of God

by Ali Hammad

An anecdote ascribed to Mullah Nasruddin, the wise fool of the Sufi lore, goes something as follows:
A king known for his sternness said to the Mullah, “You were introduced to me as an oracle, but you turn out to be a common fool. I shall have you hanged.”
Said the Mullah without losing a moment, “But, Sire, I can see the stars in the daylight and the demons deep in the Earth.”
“How did you suddenly become so perceptive?” asked the King.
“Fear, Sire, is all you need,” said the Mullah meekly.

Now ask the question: What is ‘fear?’
Fear to a Sufi is realization of one’s conscience. God is always in one’s conscience, and the conscience is always there to guide one to the right path, but attuning to the conscience and abiding by it may be a different matter altogether. So ‘fear of God,’ referred to in the scriptures and often the topic of private conversations, may only be a reminder to stay in touch with one’s conscience.
That is how I see it.

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Existence and Nonexistence

by Navid Zaidi

الف الله چنبے دی بوٹی ، میرے مرشد من وچ لائی هُو

نفی اثبات دا پانی ملیا ، هر رگے هر جائی هُو

( Sultan Bahu)

My Master has planted in my heart the jasmine of God’s name

Both, Existence and Non-Existence, have nourished this seedling down to its core

And manifested it throughout Creation

What does it mean for something to ‘exist,’ and how do we define the ultimate nature of existence? To make things more complicated, Sultan Bahu adds another dimension of ‘Non-existence (nafi)’ to ‘Existence (asbaat)’.

It is quite clear that the universe persists in time. Existence is attached to this atomic time and space. This is the type of time that we call long and short. It is hardly distinguishable from space. We can only conceive it as a straight line composed of spatial points like so many stages of a journey. This type of time arises from the revolution of heavens and is divisible into past, present and future. Its nature is such that as long as one day does not pass away the succeeding day does not come. So when we say that something exists we mean it exists in this serial time and space. But this type of time is not true time, and existence in such time is spurious.

There is another type of time that is True Time or Pure Duration, and existence in such time is called ‘Non-existence’ or ‘nafi’ in the words of Sultan Bahu. There is change and movement but it is indivisible and wholly non-serial in character. It is Pure Duration, absolutely freed from the quality of passage.

Pure Duration is not a string of separate instants. It is an organic whole in which the past is not left behind, but is moving along with and operating in the present. And the future is present in its nature as an open possibility, not predetermined. It does not go through sequence; it changes without succession. It is above eternity; it has neither beginning nor end.

An analysis of our conscious experience reveals that the human Self lives in a state of existence (attached to serial time and space (asbaat) and nonexistence (in Pure Duration/nafi) simultaneously. It has, so to speak, two sides that Allama Iqbal has described as Appreciative and Efficient.

On its Efficient side it enters into relation with the world of space. The Self here lives outside itself as it were and, while retaining its unity as a totality, discloses itself as a series of numerable states. The time in which the Efficient Self lives is therefore serial time. The existence of the Self in such spatialized time is spurious existence.

Allama Iqbal explains in his ‘Reconstruction’ that a deeper analysis of our conscious experience reveals to us the Appreciative side of the Self. With our absorption in the external order of things, necessitated by our present situation, it is extremely difficult to catch a glimpse of the Appreciative Self. In our constant pursuit after external things we weave a kind of veil around the Appreciative Self which thus becomes completely alien to us. It is only in the moments of profound meditation, when the Efficient Self is in abeyance, that we sink into our deeper self and reach the inner center of experience. The Appreciative Self lives in a state of nonexistence in which there is no numerical distinction and it is wholly qualitative. There is change and movement, but this change and movement are indivisible; their elements interpenetrate and are wholly non-serial in character. It appears that the time of the Appreciative Self in the state of nonexistence is a single ‘now.’ It is, then, Pure Duration unadulterated by space.

Perhaps an illustration will further explain the point, says Dr. Allama Iqbal. According to physical science the cause of your sensation of red is the frequency of wave motion which is 400 billions per second. If you could observe this tremendous frequency from the outside, and count it at a rate of 2,000 per second, which is supposed to be the limit of the perceptibility of light, it will take you 6,000 years to finish the count. Yet in the single momentary mental act of perception you hold together a frequency of wave motion which is practically incalculable. That is how the mental act transforms succession into duration.

The Appreciative Self, then, is more or less corrective of the Efficient Self, inasmuch as it synthesizes all the ‘heres’ and ‘nows’–the small change of space and time—into the coherent wholeness of personality.

In summary, existence in serial time is temporary and thus spurious whereas existence in Pure Duration, in the state of nonexistence, is real. Among all creation only the human Self has the potential to strive and achieve the state of ‘permanent” nonexistence. However, this does not come as a right. We are only candidates for it through personal effort and action. It is open to us to belong to the meaning of the Universe and achieve the state of nonexistence. It is the deed that prepares the Self for either dissolution or disciplines it for its march for a future career.

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Ego’s Attachments

by Navid Zaidi

مکّے  گیاں  گَل  مُکدی  ناهیں

بهاویں  سَو  سَو  جُمعے  پڑہ  آئیے

گنگا  گیاں  گل  مکدی  ناهیں

بهاویں  سو سو  غوطے  کهایئے

بُلّهے  شاه  گل  تیّوں  مکدی

جے  ُمیں ُ  نوں  مَنوں  گوایئے

Visiting Mecca will not give you the final answer

Even if you offered hundreds of Friday prayers

Visiting the Ganges will not give you the final answer

Even if you took hundreds of dives

Bulleh Shah ! You will get to know the final answer

if you erased the ‘I’ from thy heart

An important characteristic of the unity of the ego is its essential privacy which reveals the uniqueness of every ego. My pleasures, pains and desires are exclusively mine. Similarly, in order to recognize you, I must have known you in the past. My recognition of a place or person means reference to my past experience, and not the past experience of another ego. It is this unique inter-relation of our mutual states that we express by the word ‘I’. However, this is exactly where the great problem begins.

Dr. Wayne Dyer, in his book The Power of Intention, explains:

We humans, with our capability of higher brain functions, construct this ‘I’ with ideas about who and what we are. We, then, allow the ‘I’ to determine our life path with certain beliefs and it gets firmly attached to these beliefs and we cannot let go of these. The ‘I’ is, then, made up of the following primary attachments:

1.  I am what I have. My possessions define me.

2.  I am what I do. My achievements define me.

3.  I am what others think of me. My reputation defines me.

4.  I am separate from everyone. My body defines me.

5.  I am separate from all that is missing in my life.

Basically, our feelings of self-importance are what make us feel special. It’s essential that we have a strong self-concept and that we feel unique. The problem is when we misidentify who we truly are by identifying ourselves as our body, our achievements, and our possessions. Then we identify people who have accomplished less as inferior, and our self-important superiority causes us to be constantly offended in one way or another. This misidentification is the source of most of our problems, as well as the problems of humankind. Feeling special leads us to our self-importance.

With the self as a focal point, we sustain the illusion that we are our body, which is a completely separate entity from all others. This sense of separateness leads us to compete rather than cooperate with everyone else. Ultimately, it’s no match to our inner soul and becomes a huge obstacle to our connection with humanity.

In order to relinquish our ego’s attachments to self-importance we have to become aware of how entrenched it is our lives. Ego is simply an ‘idea of who we are’ that we carry around with us. Unless we remove this ‘idea’ from our life, as suggested by the great Sufi poet Bulleh Shah quoted above, we cannot make a connection with humanity in a positive way.

DR. WAYNE DYER’S SEVEN STEPS FOR OVERCOMING EGO’S HOLD ON US

1.  Stop being offended.

2.  Let go of your need to win.

3.  Let go of your need to be right.

4.  Let go of your need to be superior.

5.  Let go of your need to have more.

6.  Let go of identifying yourself on the basis of your achievements.

7.  Let go of your reputation.

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Error is part of life

RUMI’S INVITATION

by Navid Zaidi

Come, come, whoever you are.

Wanderer, worshiper,

Lover of leaving- it doesn’t matter.

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Come, even if you have broken your vows

A hundred times, a thousand times.

Come, come again, come.

( Rumi )

There is no such thing as sin. Sin does not exist. Most of us grew up believing that a sin was an act of disobedience or ingratitude toward a God who is both separate and punitive and that our life depends upon God’s assessment of our worthiness.

The word sin has a literal translation of  ‘off the mark’. In this sense, behavior that religion has taught us as sinful is conduct that is off-the-mark or away from God. This is not a reason to immerse ourselves in guilt and use up life energy attempting to somehow make amends. We place the responsibility for correcting the conduct on a God who is external to us. Thus we hope that this external God will forgive, and we find ourselves laden with guilt and anxiety over whether we deserve to be forgiven. We become immersed in thoughts of sin and punishment. These ideas disempower us by stressing that we are weak and wrong. This becomes an obstacle in finding peace and growth.

Rumi gives us an illumination of hope that we can transcend the horrible notion of being sinners cloaked in guilt awaiting punishment. We can dispel the thought of sin by replacing it with the thought that every situation in life is a trial and we have several choices open to us. We, the human beings, are attuned to a different type of knowledge, i.e., the type of knowledge that necessitates the toil of patient observation and slow accumulation. It expands only by the method of trial and error. Therefore, error is an indispensable factor in the building up of our experience and it’s nothing to be feared.

Rumi gives us an empowerment of viewing trials of life as lessons and opportunities to choose differently.

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Reflections on a loss

A LETTER OF CONDOLENCE TO PROFESSOR ZAFAR HAIDER

by Ali Hammad

“What is the defining characteristic of shock?” asked Professor Sahib.

Several of my classmates gave good answers.  Professor Sahib nodded at each but seemed to want more.

I raised my hand.

“You,” he said.

I repeated J S Haldane’s time-honoured definition that I had memorized a few days earlier: [It] not only stops the machine, it wrecks the machinery.

Professor Sahib was delighted.  (My head swelled.)  “Yes, yes, my children,” he said.  “Every organ, every cell is affected. Remember that. When you are dealing with shock in a patient, you have to tend to every organ, every cell.”

It has been many years since that lecture, and I have heeded that advice in my career in medicine.

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Professor Sahib, there is no way for you to remember me, but you, through lessons learned from you, have become part of me.  This is the effect good teachers have on their pupils.  Pupils don’t just learn from such teachers, they imbibe them.  It’s a beautiful way of giving, where the giver enriches the receiver without losing anything himself or herself.

In your East Surgical Ward at the Mayo Hospital in Lahore, I learned how to tie knots, two-handed and single-handed: surgical knots, the kind that don’t come apart, not the kind one uses to tie ones shoelaces.  As I learned these knots, I reflected on the nature of the intangible, symbolic ones—the knots that tie an apprenticeship, a marriage, a family, a neighbourhood, a community, a nation.  I felt snug in the midst of all these knots—like an individual knot in the middle of an expertly knotted oriental rug.

That was then, Professor Sahib.  Today that rug is riddled, pockmarked with bullet holes made by senseless (but not stray) bullets, like the ones that took the lives of your son and your grandson.  In today’s unfathomably intolerant society, some knots have been blown away and others are unravelling, as if they were shoelace knots, not surgical knots.  And somewhere in this disintegrating rug, at a spot where I once felt safe, I stand bewildered, vulnerable, naked, and ashamed—ashamed to see children taken from a man who has given direction to so many children of this nation, ashamed to see happiness snatched from a man who himself and through legions of his students has brought happiness of healing to so many.

A friend of mine, another student of yours, has sent me a couple of photographs from the funerals of your son and your grandson.  You are a picture of composure, Sir, just as you would have been in the operation theatre, heading into complex, life-saving surgery on someone.  But in the little furrow between your eyebrows, in the slight downturn of the angle of your mouth, in the ruffled collar of your shirt, I can see your pain.  And remember, Sir, you are within me, and thence I can feel your pain, too.

As I write this with tremulous hands, my head reels, my eyes well, my breath is bated, and my heart sinks.  I feel today like a machine that hobbles on, Sir, but the machinery is wrecked.

Published in Letters, The Express Tribune, Pakistan, February 24, 2013

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