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A First Epistle

A glorious dance given rise to, experienced — not observed; a joyous movement paired in time; a delightful entanglement — this we all have known: a tapped foot, a nodded head, a tango and a salsa; the swaying of our body within a crowd. Then life appeared. We have seen it; we have testified to it. We proclaim it without doubt.

Some claim it appeared from the Father, His Word come to life. Others claim it appeared ex nihilo: subjectivity as a successful strategy, refined over time and against all odds, demonstrating beyond doubt the success of the strategy. Still others maintain it is all illusion, a temporary sojourn of a bodiless mind into the pixelated details of a river — no life beyond life, no life above life, no life but life; and the confusion of the ten thousand things.

But we proclaim to you what we have seen and heard, so that you may share in our joy. We write to you to make our joy complete.

This then is the message we have heard…

In truth, we have heard no message, though we listen for it constantly; instead, we experienced it. It came as the glorious Yes!.

When asked His name, God answered, “I am.” When we experienced it, we did not ask for a name — we only asked if it was real, and in return, we received a glorious Yes!, not through our ears but through our hearts, which engaged in deep communion, sharing a sense of touch where no touching is to be done; we found each other deep in the core of material space, distinguishing each other from the ten thousand things, sharing a sense of the other and of the being together, two undoubtables in the intimacy of a quantum wave…Yes!, and in that Yes!, a declaration beyond doubt that, indeed, “I am.”

We became lost in possibilities but never lost in doubt. Beyond the glorious Yes!, confirmed and reconfirmed at multiple points in time, the only message we discerned was: do your best. The tone was that of a football coach — reasonable, but with firm expectations — and it punished or rewarded based on our ability to meet the expectation. The limit: do your best.

Our failure resulted in punishments, expressed as disappointments; but successes resulted in rewards, received as excessive kindnesses.

We failed more than once. We succeeded more than once. Anyone who tells you different is a liar.

Some tell you the Son will advocate on your behalf when it comes to the judgements of the Father. Others tell you failure to do your duty will cause you to try again, but from a harder starting point.

But we tell you: do not desire success, nor fear failure, nor seek advocates on your behalf: the disappointment of the glorious Yes! does no harm; the excessive kindnesses of the glorious Yes! bring joy.

The glorious Yes! does not require allegiance, nor demand sacrifice; it does not threaten, nor make bold proclamations; it does not appreciate gifts, nor expect prayers. It is as you are: a successful strategy resulting in a subjectivity.

We have all been so lucky.

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Top 10 Posts of 2018

Taking a stroll through Fluid Imagination’s statistics for the year, I figured I’d share the Top 10 Posts of 2018 (as determined by page views). They weren’t all written in 2018, but these were the posts that saw the most traffic.

Using Dungeons & Dragons in the Classroom
The overwhelming favorite, this post attracted more than a quarter of all the page views for Fluid Imagination this year, including a reporter who wrote a series of stories on the topic for KQED’s education blog, Mindshift, and a doctoral candidate who was writing a thesis on using games in classrooms. I don’t know if any of my readers tried to implement my method for using a role-playing game in their classroom, but hopefully it inspired at least one or two teachers to give a try.

Teacher Advocates “Students Go On Strike”
Written in the wake of the Parkland shootings, this post does exactly what its headline suggests: it advocates for students across the country to go on strike until Congress takes decisive action on school shootings. “The politicians need to stop running for re-election,” I wrote, “and start doing the job we sent them there to do: use their conscience to do what they think is best.”

Two Types of Stories
Originally written in 2011 (and one of the few posts that made the transition from the old site to the new), this post was inspired by a question that one of my high-school friends asked: “Do you buy that there are only two types of fiction stories: a stranger comes to town and a hero goes on a journey?” I wrote back, “Yes and no. But it will take me longer to explain.” This post was my explanation. Because it is a top-ranking result when you search for “two types of stories” on Google, the post continues to be a perennial favorite, even eight years after I wrote it.

I Am No Longer An Atheist
Published in early March, this post was a bit of a coming-out announcement for me. For the past twenty-five years or so, I’d claimed loudly and repeatedly to be an atheist, and while I tried not to be one of those atheists who look down on the global community of believers, I did not shrink from engaging with anyone interested in my atheism, and I stood my ground as a proud, public-facing atheist. But after a series of mystical experiences, I decided that “atheism” no longer fit my understanding of the universe. This post explains what I arrived at next.

Growing Up
Cross-published on Splimm.com, “the premier media outlet for families whose lives have been enhanced by cannabis,” this post tells the story of a night I got very high on marijuana only to have my five-year-old daughter get out of bed to ask for my help with an extra-sharp toenail. This post is one of my personal favorites.

Jack Straw from Wichita
In the days following the Parkland shooting, a boy from my town (and a former student of my wife’s) was arrested by the Vermont State Police for planning to go on a mass-shooting spree at a high school in the town next door. In this post, I used the case to argue in favor of abolishing prison time for individuals under the age of 25. And while it’s not one of the top posts of 2018, here’s the follow-up post I wrote to this one.

An Argument About Guns
Another post written a few days after the Parkland shooting, this post examines (in a very roundabout way) some of the points related to the highly-debated suggestion from President Trump and others that the best way to stop school shootings is to arm our teachers, administrators, and school resource officers — in other words, to bring more guns into our schools.

Happy Birthday to Me
Written on the occasion of my 41st birthday, this post tells the story of how I came to appreciate (after not doing so at first) the presents that my wife and daughter gave me: a desk-sized fan and a couple of bags of fun-sized Kit Kats.

The Obligation of Privilege
Written by an able-bodied, 41-year-old, cis-het, white man with an advanced degree and a full-time job, this post examines the concept of privilege, and more specifically, white privilege. It also answers the question: Once a white man admits to his privilege, what should he do next?

Free the Genius of Louis C.K.
This post desperately needs an update. Written roughly six months after the stand-up comedian admitted that he had, for over a decade, been exposing himself and masturbating in front of his female colleagues, I argued that, in the era of #metoo and #timesup, white, middle-aged men needed Louie to return to the stage because his comedic genius would force us “to stand and admit and attack our transgressions in a way that cuts to the quick.” Unfortunately, as we all recently discovered, Louie has decided to take his return to the stage in a different direction. Rather than examining his own moral failings (and by extension, the moral failings of middle-aged white men), he seems to have decided that, since people already hate him, he’ll make a career out of being hateful. In all honesty, I couldn’t be more disappointed.

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Greet Death

I wonder if I think about death more than other people. I have an anxiety disorder, and I would suspect that all anxieties, if pursued to their origin, would eventually lead to an ultimate anxiousness about death, so yes, I suspect, with my disorder, I think about death more than other people.

Part of it is because I am a writer, and every story, eventually, must end — my own not least of all. Part of it is because I’ve now entered my forties, and what might once have gone away on its own is now more apt to linger. Part of it is because I have a family of my own now, and I worry about them in my absence. Part of it is because I spend much of my days and nights examining my relationship to the concept of God, and that examination naturally includes a lot of blindness when it comes to one’s death. Part of it is because I feel like at any moment I could receive news of my students’ deaths, self-inflicted, accidental, or victimized, two of which have occured during my current tenure as a teacher. Part of it is because I am the son of two 70+-year-old parents, and there’s no telling what might happen.

So yes, I think about death…perhaps a lot…but do I think about it more than the next person? Isn’t the next person’s life just as touched by death as my own?

Here’s the thing though: when I think about death, I’m not “worried” about it (not on a conscious level, anyway). It’ll be what it’ll be, after all, and nothing I say or do will change that.

Christianity would beg to differ, arguing that my faith and my works here on Earth will determine my placement in the Kingdom of Heaven. Though “the Kingdom of Heaven” can be interpreted to mean the current world — the *herenow* — it also means a world that exists *beyond* death and a judgement rendered as to whether those who live in the *herenow* will be able to immigrate into the land of *hereafter* — with specific criteria determining whether an applicant has merit, and if not, then to hell with ’em.

Like some interpretations of the Kingdom of Heaven, I also value the *herenow*, but I add to that, the *herethen*. In my attempt to live as a good Taoist, I seek to find the flow of the herenow, to recognize the difference between the various channels of possibility, and “work when it is time.” But I also value the herethen, the possibility that humanity will continue to exist long after I am gone.

The Christian concept of the Kingdom of Heaven cannot be squared with my values because, in the end, Christianity does not value the continued evolution of human existence. Its ultimate goal is to drive/draw the spirit *away* from the abundance of the Earth. It does not seek to recycle the spirit back into the ultimate good of *life*.

I, however, do seek life, and because of that, I do not worry (consciously) about death. I see it, ultimately, as a good thing (not dying, per se, but death) because I see it as nothing more or less than a transfer of energy, once concentrated, now dissipate, never to reform in the same concentration again. Just as I don’t worry about the loss of energy taking place in my brain right now — it leaps from synapse to synapse, splashing energy and information like a frog leaping from one lily pad to the next — I don’t worry about death.

There is a difference between worrying about it and thinking about it. I think about it, but I think about it in terms of the *herenow* and *herethen*. Is death herenow? No? Okay. Then what can I do to make the world better in the herethen? Because let’s do that.

Some day I will greet death. But until then, I want to keep working on the world I’ll leave behind.

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Divinity & Relationships

I’m in the middle of several great conversations right now with several incredible people, and at least two of those conversations have to do with the concept of meaning — as in, what is the meaning of life.

A few weeks ago I identified myself as a demotheist. It’s kind of like an atheist, except it goes a little further; it denies the existence of God, but it asserts the existence of divinity.

This divinity is what gives life meaning, but it is a gift given to life by life. Demotheism recognizes the reality of multi-dimensional intelligences (including our own), and it accepts as given the reality of other multi-dimensional intelligences. Life has evolved from nothing thousands and millions of times, and at no time (or at least, for no significant time) has there only been one life; life has always involved the presence of others.

Our relationships with others manifest divinity. I mean this in a material sense. Some entity is created in the big bang of inter-relational energies, some third thing that is not one or the other but that shoots out over them like a firework of new meaning.

There is a trianglular relationship between divinity and the multi-dimensional intelligences that create it.

Excuse me for a moment while we compare this metaporical understanding of reality to the Holy Trinity of the Christian faith.

God is often conceived as the great Other. The relationship between God and humanity is of two multi-dimensional intelligences engaging with one another. In the covenants that govern that relationship, one can see the movement, the Holy Spirit, of that relationship, the movement through time of how that relationship has grown, sometimes closer to one another, sometimes farther away, but always with a prophet’s eye on the covenants, and judging each other accordingly.

But it required the interaction between those two multi-dimensional intelligences, God and the Son of Man, to give birth to that Holy Spirit. The colliding energies were so strong that they created a new Holy and Divine entity, both of the others and more than the others, an entity whose value, whose meaning, while different, was also supreme: the Holy Spirit.

This same experience occurs whenever two multi-dimensional intelligences (such as our own) interact. When two human beings enter into a relationship with one another, they create, between them and beyond them, something new, something of intrinsic value and worth, equal to and other than the two human beings who created it; the relationship, as a divine entity all its own, matters.

I said earlier that this relationship is triangular, but in all honesty, its pyramidical. The relationship, as a relationship, is held aloft and supported from every angle below it. And just as the elevated point of any pyramid can enter into a relationship with the elevated point of any other pyramid to form a line, so can our relationships enter into communion with other relationships to create an entire plane of reality that, in some instances, could be called “the vibe” of a room or the “spirit of the time,” and it can be truly palpable.

This is a plane of reality — a real, material plane — that certain multi-dimensional intelligences can become attuned to. It’s the thing that transcends us, the thing that reaches out in a million invisible waves (light waves, sound waves, heat waves, etc.) like the launching of a million invisible roots (each seeking something tangible to report), and the slamming into each other of all of the waves that are launched by each individual in the room raises some kind of cosmic temperature until it gives off, as heat, the divine birth of something new: “the vibe.”

The existence of “the vibe” implies the existence of meaning, the existence of purpose. A vibe doesn’t require purpose, but it makes purpose possible and it gives us a reason to exist. It’s something that one can either help keep aloft, or put down and leave behind to suffer the ravages of time.

Our relationships with each other: this is where divinity is created; this is what gives us purpose; this is what offers us meaning. We each have intrinsic value, but our relationships do as well, and it’s up to us to support them.

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A Cis Man on Being Trans

I often try to imagine what it must feel like to be trans. I have several openly-trans students, at least two confusingly-trans students, and one openly-trans colleague. If I’m to be a good friend and mentor to these members of my community, I’m obligated to try to imagine life from their perspectives.

It’s so tough though because I feel in every ounce of my body that I am a guy. To be cis-gender is to have a reinforced sense of clarity, to have the world confirm your deepest feeling about yourself; whereas to be transgender is to experience a double-reality where your inner feeling does not match with what the rest of the world is telling you they see.

It’s a world that — literally — tells you that your deepest feelings about yourself are false. To put it in philosophical terms, Descartes argued, “Cogito ergo sum,” which can be translated as, “I *experience*, therefore I am.” But to be confusingly-trans is to say, “I experience, but what I experience as me is actively denied by everyone I see, therefore, what am I?” It’s a denial of the certainty of one’s primal identity.

Where do you go from there? How do you climb out of that negative reinforcement of your experience of reality?

I said at the end of some blog post related to atheism that if I was ever going to understand or explain the intuition at the heart of the revelation I received, I’d have to develop a rigorous concept of play.

A friend of mine, when talking about this with me, said that he enjoys play, and he listed some of the ways he does that — “I love play,” he said. “I love playing whenever possible, I love watching my kids play, I love playing with them, I wish that all I did all day was play various games.” — but a rigorous concept of play is bigger than that. Play is not just a verb we engage in; it’s also a noun that means “the space in or through which a mechanism can or does move,” as in, “The skyscraper may sway in the wind, but it’s completely safe, because the architect gave it a lot of play.”

It’s “a space through which something can move.”

I imagine that being trans can often mean feeling like you’ve been beaten down into a deep dark hole by your family and by society, every message from the outside coming in like a fist, telling you over and over, pounding it into you at every opportunity, you are not what you feel you are. I asked earlier how someone starts to climb out of that.

I think it starts by testing for play. Is there room enough to move, and if so, is there room enough to start climbing up the wall, back up towards the exit, where you’ll finally be able to feel a sense of equilibrium with the world around you (let alone attempting to stand up and be heard)? At the very least, is there room enough to breathe?

How does one access that play, that space through which something *can* move? How does one get the strength (or the relief from the pain) to even test for its existence?

Again, I think the answer is in play. There’s a reason why trans individuals are some of the most playful people you can meet, and why so many of them wind up acting flamboyant; it can sometimes be more fun to play the role to the hilt than to keep fighting for the right to stand offstage and live a life of peace and quiet.

When I say the answer is in play, I mean it’s all about a concept that relates to both dancing and dodging, the kind of beautiful dexterity that is revealed in football, basketball, and, in fact, dancing and dodgeball. In each of those activities, the beauty is in the artist’s discovery of an unexplored and potentially previously-unseen space, the running back who finds the hole, the small forward who spins into the lane, the flamenco dancer who puts her leg where a leg should not be able to go. It’s about the discovery of an emptiness that seems to lie almost too close to an absolute presence, like the play of space between an actor’s character and an actor’s person: the difference in the “not them” that seems to exist “within them,” the discovery of the internal space between their “them” and their “not them.”

To come out as trans demands a physically- and spiritually-rigorous definition of identity, or at the very least, a level of self-awareness that can seem almost supernatural to a person of cisgender.

One way to discover that definition is to test it for play. One must put on (and take in) a whole lot of identities if one is to discover the difference between their “them” and their “not them.” It’s like putting on a series of tragic and/or comedic masks and performing that role to the best of your ability, trying to fool everyone around you into thinking you are *that way* in order to test whether their reactions match your intentions, a play-test of yet another identity while in search of the “real* one.

How difficult that must be when your experience of being trans does not match against the stereotypes — and I don’t just mean the stereotype of being *trans,* but the stereotype of anything. Because you can only experience what you experience, you don’t really know what it feels like to be a boy or a girl — you only know what it feels like to be you, and everything you are tells you you’re not what everyone tells you you are.

At a certain point, in all of that play, you come to the divine reality: the truth of who you are, and that is someone who is different, someone who exists in a space not occupied by any other absolute presence, a space where something can — and now does — move, and in that difference, you are someone special — someone (something) significant — the only one, the first and last of the endangered species of you, an existence whose every moment is worth saving and savoring.

Play is the thing that allows us to get there, to get to a life of meaning when God’s grace has been taken away.

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I Am No Longer An Atheist

If you’ve read any of my crazy-ass posts about religion & atheism lately, you know I’ve been trying to find a way to maintain my atheism while still respecting the subjective experiences of the prophets.

This was another attempt to do so.

Judaism, Christianity, and Islam tell us that, once upon a time in human history, humans heard a disembodied voice and witnessed miracles, and the miracles and the voice went together, proving with absolute certainty to everyone who experienced it that whatever entity spoke with that voice also held complete dominion over the laws of nature.

This entity provided humanity with a set of laws to follow. It called itself our Lord, and like servants who love their master, we were to follow the word of the Lord with love in our hearts, in our souls, and in our minds.

Among the miracles the Lord wrought were clear messages that any who did not follow the law would suffer damnation, but the laws also demonstrated sincere wisdom, and those with ears to hear felt in them the mercy and love of their Lord. The laws allowed individuals to experience joy while also creating communities that thrive. They taught humanity how to live as individuals and how to live as members of a society.

Following the revelation of the law, the Lord did not go away. The Lord remained present among the people, leading them out of bondage and, over lifetimes, into the Lord’s promised land, which, the Lord promised, they’d have to fight to win and fight to keep.

I want to respect that story as more than just a myth. I want to believe it in the way that I believe that George Washington was the first President of the United States.

And in many ways, I actually do.

But I also believe other things. I believe that a wise one whom we now call the Buddha also experienced a revelation, as did the Old Master when he wrote the Tao Te Ching for Yinxi. These two beliefs prevent me from accepting the great commandment of the Lord (“Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind”), for I love the wisdom of the Buddha and the Tao even more than I love the Lord.

This is why I long called myself an atheist. I simply did not believe that a single Abrahamic voice in the desert was the one that was most important.

I considered whether this made me a polytheist rather than an atheist. Polytheists believe in many gods, and my stance — that the Lord spoke to the Israelites with wisdom and backed up its voice with physical miracles that demonstrated its dominion over nature — could discount the great commandment and still remain true under a polytheistic system. It could allow the Lord a place among the mighty, consider the Lord a peer to Vishnu, Odin, Zeus, and Enki: a god rather than God.

But I also believe in evolution, an idea which holds within it the origin of religion — namely, the growth and adaptation of hard-won wisdoms, acquired not just over millenia, but over aeons, wisdoms that find their origins in the pre-linguistic lifespan of life’s entire genetic history.

We learn some of that wisdom from Coyote, from the Spider Grandmother, from Raven; we feel it in the warmth of the Sun, the safety of the moonlight, and the heat of the fire. We hear it in the trees and feel it on the breeze.

I do not sit beside the water and give thanks to the Lord; I sit beside the water and give thanks to time.

Fit with the wisdom of reincarnation, polytheism seems compatibile with evolution: gods evolve as wisdoms evolve; divinity as just another form of consciousness.

But I also believe in the wisdom of democracy, which gives every recognized consciousness dominion over its own future while also balancing the demands of that consciousness against the requirements of the community of consciousnesses.

Democracy demands that consciousnesses more powerful than others — however that power is determined — submit themselves to the will of the community.

This stance recognizes that the Lord said, “I am,” but it responds with, “I am too.”

Because of this stance, I have stopped calling myself an atheist. I will, instead, call myself a demotheist.

This stance does not believe in a divine creator of the universe; it chooses, instead, to understand its origin through the mathematics of physics and the poetry of the Tao. But it also allows for transcendence. It recognizes a consciousness as existing above and beyond matter. It might depend upon matter for its launch and reuse matter upon its return, but in the intervening period, it still exists, as the information that leaps across the synaptic gap still exists despite not being processed by either a presynaptic or postsynaptic neuron.

This stance also allows consciousnesses evolve to be as powerful as they can be, to the point where they can manipulate the laws of nature to institute their will.

This stance says that time is long and that life has evolved in the universe more than once, and it welcomes the evolutionary possibilities that could arise over a span of more than a dozen billion years, laughing in the process at the mere 3.8 billion years that life has existed on planet Earth.

While it elevates evolved consciousnesses to the level of the gods, it demands of those gods a recognition of human consciousness, and it asserts our right, as well as the right of all other consciousnesses, to call ourselves gods.

Atheism is often seen as a “taking down of the gods.” Demotheism aspires to be a rising up of conciousness, no matter its form or its lack thereof.

But demotheism does not only make demands of the gods. It requires human consciousness to respect other consciousnesses as well. As we say to the Lord, “I am too,” so the dog, the monkey, the elephant, and perhaps even the tree, says to us, “I am too.”

Even beyond that, demotheism recognizes the rights of future consciousnesses. It provides a basic acceptance of technologically evolved consciousnesses, and it anticipates the evolution of additional organic consciousnesses, realizing the truth that, given time, life always finds a way.

This feels right to me. This feels true.

And this is why I now call myself a demotheist.

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PS: After writing this piece, I discovered that “demotheism” is a term that already exists. Critics gave it to a quasi-Marxist movement led by Maxim Gorky, a literary giant from Russia and the Soviet Union who was nominated for the Nobel Prize five different times. According to critics, demotheism sought to replace traditional religions with a religion based on Marxism. Its adherents attempted to “conceive of physical labor as their form of devotion, the proletariat as their congregation of true believers, and the spirit of the collective as God.” In this demotheism, God exists, but God arises from the collective. The onus of God’s creation is on “the fusion of all the peoples.”

In some ways, this version of demotheism may be more deserving of the name. The term obviously comes from the combination of two Greek words, demos and theos, which translate to, respectively, “common people” and “god.” Since Gorky’s demotheism equates God with the collective struggle of the common people (the proletariat) such that God arises from the collective struggle of the common people, it seems fitting that its name be formed from the combination of “common people” and “god.”

But in other ways, my version of demotheism may be more deserving. Demos does not only translate as “common people.” It also translates as “free citizens” and  “sovereign people.” In my version of demotheism, the Lord (known to billions as God) is recognized as a free citizen of the universe, as are Enki and Coyote and Pan, as are any beings possessing the evolutionary adaptation of consciousness. It removes the concept of God from its throne and recognizes equal sovereignty among all of the free consciousnesses.

The critics called Gorky and his demotheists “God-builders.” My demotheism does not seek to build a God, but rather, to recognize the divine nature of every consciousness — divine not in the sense of being a gift from a god, but in the sense of being “of a god” — the presence of consciousness — the wordless voice that says “I am” — being the defining characteristic of a god.

Gorky’s demotheism denies God at the same time as it tries to create God. My demotheism does not deny the Lord’s existence.

His demotheism was born at a time when Tzars were being assassinated, when the ruling class was right to fear for its life. My demotheism is born at a time when violent revolution seems less like an option and more like a cop-out.

His demotheism originated in a culture inspired by the political reality of 19th century Russia and the words of Marx and Lenin. My demotheism originates in a world that has known Ghandi and Martin Luther King, two deeply important thinkers whose successes demonstrated the revolutionary power of nonviolence.

Of course Gorky’s demotheism would deny God! His was a time of revolt against a ruling class. And of course my demotheism would seek to demote the Lord — mine is a time of peaceful elections and the recognition of rulers as nothing more than democratically empowered citizens.

I do not deny that Gorky’s ideas deserve the name of demotheism; I only want to suggest in this postscript that, yes too, does mine.

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An Argument About Guns

I argue on Facebook a lot. I’m *that* guy. You got an opinion on something? Let’s start arguing, see where it takes us.

I have principles and values that I attempt to defend, but I don’t get angry if someone attacks them. After all, if they can’t stand up to an attack, then maybe they’re not worth defending.

One of my principles is that guns create deadly violence. They are not the only weapons to do so, but they are — in fact and deed — manufactured to create deadly violence. It may not be violence to a human being, but it is violence to a target, whatever that target may be.

The absence of guns, however, does not mean the absence of violence. Violence is a by-product of nature, and nature is everywhere and for all time, therefore, the potential for violence can never reach absolute zero.

I accept this.

What I do not accept is the idea that adding a weapon to any situation will actually reduce *the potential* for deadly violence. The presence of a weapon *threatens* violence, regardless of whether the weapon is used. It increases, in every instance, the potential for deadly violence.

This is not an opinion. I understand it as a statement of fact, one hardly worth defending, since it seems so rock steady and impervious.

I do, however, note potential cracks, areas where, while suffering a direct attack, my pillar of an argument may — in fact and deed — require my direct support.

The constructing of an argument is the concentration of diverse forces upon a central point, and just as in the construction of a bridge, where the best way to channel forces is through a series of triangles, the best way to construct an argument is to triangulate a central point. That means one side of the argument must address the forces marshaled in favor of a counterargument.

The central point of my argument is that guns create deadly violence, but the counterargument I addressed defends the thesis that guns do not create *the potential* for violence.

I have committed the fallacy of a straw-man argument. Not even the biggest gun proponent would defend the position that guns do not create *the potential* for violence; instead, and more reasonably, they argue that guns are the best answer to *actual* violence.

And in that, we differ.

There will be another school shooting and dozens of children and teachers will die. We live in a violent world, and school shootings are one manifestation of that violence. I accept that.

But gun proponents do not think I ought to accept that. They believe that they truly cherish every *innocent* life, and they want to defend that *innocent* life with everything they’ve got. I respect that.

But I do not think it is possible to defend every innocent life.

We live in nature, and nature is a violent place that we can never escape. It *creates* in us the potential for violence in the same way that it *creates* in us the oxygen that keeps our bodies alive. The potential for violence is a condition of our *being*, the ground state of our existence.

That is why I argue about reducing the *potential* for violence; because we can never get *actual* violence to zero. Gun proponents, to their credit, argue about reducing *actual* violence, and they refuse to accept their failure.

I would like to respect and support both positions, but I cannot accept a reality in which there is never any failure.

I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in perfection. This is a byproduct of my not believing in God. Because I do not believe in God, I am not required to defend any *one* position as perfect.

Christians believe in a triangular God because they believe that talking about the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit best allows them to concentrate the weight of their wisdom on one central and holy principle: a single, perfect God. They believe that God’s righteous anger, as well as His infinite mercy, reveals the way we ought to live in moments small and large, and that this revelation is experienced through the grace of His Holy Spirit.

I don’t very much disagree with them; but in the end, I only accept their argument as wisdom, and not as fact.

Because I do not accept the existence of a single, perfect God, I do not have to accept any idea of perfection as a possible fact. I do not believe in nor feel I ought not to strive for the creation of perfection.

Instead, I believe in and feel I ought to strive for the best way to improve the potential for love and/or reduce the potential for violence.

That means, in this instance, I strive to reduce, while knowing we can never eliminate, the *threat of violence* to our school children.

Any positive argument I make from this position is therefore unacceptable to gun proponents, and perhaps it ought to be. With them, I am not willing to accept *actual* violence befalling my own child, or the children I teach each day, or my own wife, or the children she teaches each day. With them, I want our schools to be *free* from actual violence, and with them, I don’t deny that guns are perhaps the best way to confront *actual* violence.

But we can never free every child from *the potential* for violence, and so that’s where I choose to put my effort — to reduce *the potential* rather than to stop *the actual* (which, in all instances, we will *never* be able to do).

I do not believe that putting guns in our schools will actually reduce the potential for violence.

I can imagine, because we see it happen every day, armed authority figures killing *actually* innocent men and boys. It will be a single story on the news, perhaps lasting a month at most (depending on the circumstances), and then the authority figure(s) will be suspended, fired, and perhaps even convicted, and the story will go away.

And then, maybe a month or two later, an armed authority figure will kill a single armed shooter, preventing the body count in one attack from rising any higher (though almost definitely not reducing it to zero). The story will be incredible for its real and actual heroism, and the number of proponents for removing the guns from our schools will reduce.

And then another *actually* innocent man or boy will be killed, and the authority figure will be suspended, fire, or convicted. And then another, and then another, and then perhaps another school shooter will be stopped by an official’s gun.

And that will just become our reality.

The number of school shootings by armed and angry boys will eventually reduce, but never equal zero, and yet still, unencumbered, the number of dead *actually* innocent kids gunned down by armed authority figures will go on and on, and because the school shooters keep coming, even if in drastically reduced numbers, no positive argument will be heard that suggests removing the armed authority figures from the school will actually make every school shooter stop.

And actually innocent children will continue to die.

That cannot be helped. I don’t care how many guns you throw at the problem.

Gun proponents envision a future where every child accepts the presence of guns in both their personal and their public lives, but in that instance, the child becomes *conditioned* to a reality where there exists a drastically high potential for violence — violence in self-defense, perhaps, but still, and always, violence.

But I’m trying to envision a future where every child and every adult thinks of schools as sacrosanct. Shooters won’t stay away because they are afraid. They will stay away because of respect.

I teach in a school for students who have been diagnosed with emotional or behavioral disorders. Many of them have been expelled from other schools because their presence increased the potential for violence. The state does not know what to do with these kids, and so they send them to us.

Our entire school is based on the concept of respect. We respect the students, and in return, we expect them to respect us. They often don’t. But our response never changes. In this one place, they are not required to earn or maintain our respect. We simply give it to them. Every day. All day. Regardless of what they do. And through that experience, the students *witness*, every day, all day, what it means for one person to respect another, and we hope, through that experience, they learn to respect the place that we’ve built, and maybe, if we’re lucky, the people who continue to build it.

I don’t worry about any of my students coming to my school to shoot us up, and mine are the students virtually every other school is worried about.

I don’t worry about them because I trust they know I respect them.

Most gun proponents I have spoken with make a big deal out of respect, and rightfully so. But one does not earn respect by threatening someone with violence; a threat can only earn their fear.

The worst thing that could happen at my school is for an armed authority figure to show up. The state has sent these kids, over the course of their short lifetimes, to residential facilities that, in the minds of these kids, are little better than jails. They’ve been thrown to the ground and forcibly restrained by adults. Many of them have been handcuffed and taken to an actual jail.

To these kids, authority figures are, for very valid reasons, just triggers to a post-traumatic episode — sources of anxiety, anger, and fear.

We work to socialize our students to authority figures, but we also respect the experiences that they’ve gone through, not seeing in them any reason for blame or judgement, just respecting them for who they are and what they’re experiencing now.

We are able to do this because the discussions we have in our professional-development workshops value therapy above academic achievement. While it is true that we are a school, we believe that teaching them about respect, acceptance, anger, and coping will do them more good than teaching them to do their sums. We strive to provide them with skills for communications, empirical reasoning, quantitative reasoning, and social reasoning, but the primary focus is on the development of their personal qualities.

The students we traditionally receive have been so disobedient that they’ve, in almost all cases, been literally beat down by their families and society. Many of them have never known, since the moment they were born, a moment free from anxiety, fear, and pain.

They do not need to be *further conditioned* to a reality with a high potential for violence. They do not need to worry *more* that their disobedience may result in their death. That is already the only existence they’ve ever known.

I beg you, as a man who spends virtually every waking hour thinking about how to help the broken children in our communities, do not put armed authority figures in our schools.

Help me teach these children that, before anything else, and just because they are alive, they deserve our respect.

Because that is the only thing that will ever bring us closer to actually reducing the violence.

(Which, I accept, we can never reduce to zero.)