Notabile Scriptis

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Sub Rosa

Literal Translation: “under the rose”
I struggle to keep secrets. This is no surprise to some, and not a stretch to imagine for most. It’s logical that someone as extroverted and loud-mouthed as myself would have trouble keeping things to himself. It’s also quite common that I may reveal a secret simply from a “cerebral thumb-pulling.” Over time I have thought of less-than-genius ways to remind myself of these secrets, which most often are manifest in the form of a surprise of some sort for my wife. The characteristic of these secrets that makes them even harder to conceal is that they are often times on the fore-front of my mind by default of their nature, i.e. they are good/exciting secrets. One such failed attempt to keep a surprise from my wife included drawing an unnoticeable marking in the webbing between my thumb and forefinger. I think, however, I may have discovered a tactic that may just work, and I base my faith on a long history of the practice itself.
Sub Rosa
Many of you may have heard this phrase before and some may hear it on a regular basis. It can be seen quite often in our society and history from rock albums, band names, theatres, magazines, books, tv, spirits, and skateboards. On a more serious note, this phrase has been and may still be used in companies such as International Security Consultant, Scottish government, Chatham House, and Canadian and American Special Forces.
It has come to mean, “in secret,” “privately,” “confidentially,” and “covertly.”
The origin comes from ancient Egypt as the rose was the emblem or crest of the god Horus, who you may know as the falcon-headed man in imagery. He was god of the sky and represented the sun rising each morning. After Alexander the Great conquered Egypt, the Greeks translated Horus into Harpocrates, which means, “Horus, the child.” The new Greek god came to be the god of silence. This was born from a misunderstanding with a common Egyptian hieroglyph for youth, which incidentally is very similar to another common imagery of Horus as a boy, with a finger-to-the-mouth gesture.
The story then follows in Greek mythology, that Aphrodite gave a rose to her son Eros, who in turn gifted the rose to Harpocrates to ensure that Eros’ mother’s indiscretions would remain secret. Greek and soon Roman customs began using the rose symbolism as a reminder of secrecy. Specifically the Romans would paint roses on banquet room ceilings as this was a common place for secrets to reveal themselves sub vino.
Similarly in the Middle Ages they would hang a rose from the ceiling of the council’s chambers to remind themselves not to repeat what was said therein. Another popular use was in the Tudor rose from the 16th century painted large on the ceiling of their private chambers as well. And now the symbol moves closer to our lives as we see it in Christianity in places of confession especially in the Catholic Church.
So the next time you visit my house, if you notice a beautiful fresco painted on the ceiling (most likely by the hands of my lovely artist-wife), remember that what is said in that room, should stay in that room, much as I imagine “what happens in Vegas, stays in vegas!” a.k.a. Quod accidit in Vegas, manetur! (I guess that’s a phrase for another day). As for me, I will be using it as a constant reminder that I should think twice before speaking, so that, in this context, I can keep from revealing my secrets.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Credo Quia Absurdum Est

Literally: "I believe it, because it is absurd."

11 November 2011
This entry is my response to the gaudy superstition that surrounds us all, day in, day out.
11/11/11
This writing is for those who cast faith blindly into nothingness.
11-11-11
This post speaks anathema to those who believe without object.

As I reflect on today, I wish my thoughts could dwell wholly on the majestic power of God and the beauty of his creation. But what is today really? Is it the day that the Motorola Razr debuts? Is it a special film opening? Is it the rebirth of humanity as the Mayans purportedly predicted? Or is it another day that the Lord has made, in which we should rejoice and be glad, just as in any other day? I hope you made your special wish at 11:11am this morning; otherwise you may have a chance again tonight. If you miss both, then you'll have to wait another 396 days or so until 12-12-12. If my superstition serves me correctly though, I don't think that date will be any more poignant than today. Let's take a moment to think of all the things in our everyday lives could pass as mere superstition, or which quickly turn to such.
       
        Foul Superstition! howsoe'er disguised,
Idol, saint, virgin, prophet, crescent, cross,
For whatsoever symbol thou art prized,
Thou sacerdotal gain, but general loss!
Who from true worship's gold can separate thy dross?
Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgramage, Canto II (1812), Stanza 44
How easy is it for us to latch on to such a timeless and worldly fad? Superstition is no new enemy, but powerful.

As a child, I remember lying in bed with the lights out and as I slowly lost sight of the ever present sibling lying above me in our bunk, I would grow restless with the fear of the irrational. Ghosts, ghouls, undead, you name it and I was afraid of it. It all started one night when I was seven or eight, I suppose, when I was falling asleep, I happened to open my eyes and literally scared myself awake with the presence of my own hand stretched out before my eyes. The sudden startling was attributed to the thought that someone was attacking me, followed quickly by the realization that it was my own stupid hand, which inadvertently was poised in front of my face as I imagined someone attacking me. See, I had been playing and as I fell asleep, I forgot I was playing and thus scared myself senseless. This event was followed by a solid two years of hypnophobia, which is a fear of falling asleep.

This story sets up the following realization that I used superstition, to no avail, to try to ward off this evil that haunted me as I attempted to sleep. I did not rub a rabbit’s foot, hang a hamsa on the door, nor did I throw salt over my shoulder. My superstition was prayer. Now recognize, if you do not know, that I was raised in a devout Lutheran home and even as a boy I believed superstitions to be false. However, I have until recently realized that I had passed my superstitions off as nothing else but the memorized prayers which were instead supposed to point me to the true object of my mustard seed faith, Christ, who would calm my fear. How pitiful that I would misuse such a divine gift.

Credo Quia Absurdum
This Latin phrase is a small misquote from a Tertullian saying, "et mortuus est Dei Filius;  credibile prorsus est, quia ineptum est," meaning, "and the Son of God died; it is [entirely] credible, because it is silly." 
As in most things, this phrase is taken out of context and often used for a purpose opposite of its original intent. Tertullian’s words from De Carne Christi, an argument against Gnostic Docetists of his time (c. 160 – c. 220 AD), would take a dissertation to fully explain.

In short, Tertullian was combating the idea that Christ's body was not real flesh, but merely a "phantasm", or spirit. He fully believed that Christ's body was true flesh as anyone can plainly understand from his writing. He was not using logic in his argument here, but worldly wisdom, as introduced long ago by Aristotle in his Rhetoric 2.23.21, "if, therefore, a thing that is believed is improbable and even incredible, it must be true, since it is certainly not believed because it is at all probable or credible." He was using the same "worldly wisdom" that his formidable adversary, Marcion, had used in his arguments against the truth.

Sadly then, some take this quote from Tertullian to mock the dogmatic beliefs of fediests, when its true intent was to uphold the truth of Christ's humanity by faith alone and not through logic or worldly wisdom. "For the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom," 1 Corinthians 1:18-31

Let us take a moment today, on this 11th day of November, the 11th month of Caesar's calendar, the 12th year of the 21st century, to reflect on our actions that are mere superstitions at heart, and replace those with Christ, who is the only worthy object of our one true faith.

References: Wikepedia and Tertullian.org