Roger Ebert on Hitchens, Cancer, Religion and Mystery
A couple of excerpts from a fine, brief piece about Christopher Hitchens, a writer whose work I've never been all that interested in digging into, to be honest. Until now, maybe.
As to the larger question of whether God exists, I would agree with Hitchens that we can't rule out the possibility of some indefinable first mover, although I'm sure he doesn't mean mover as a being but as a force. To hope we can learn how the universe came about is admirable; one might as well call that hope by any name. Whatever one calls it, it's by definition outside the reach not only of our knowledge, but of knowledge itself.
I was asked at lunch today who or what I worshipped. The question was asked sincerely, and in the same spirit I responded that I worshipped whatever there might be outside knowledge. I worship the void. The mystery. And the ability of our human minds to perceive an unanswerable mystery. To reduce such a thing to simplistic names is an insult to it, and to our intelligence.
What I will say is that my appreciation for Roger Ebert only deepens with time.
