Theosophy - Studying to Some Purpose by Hugh Sheaman
STUDYING
TO SOME PURPOSE
by Hugh
Shearman
The Theosophist 1986
The second object of the Theosophical Society is to encourage the study of comparative
religion, philosophy and science. In some of the older books published by members of the
Society there are frequent and generally kindly, references to ‘the student’. It was assumed
that anybody who approached any of the subjects dealt with in that literature must do so
in the character of a person engaged in study. It was taken for granted that to be a student
of anything was an acceptable and indeed a meritorious role to fill.
In the last century there was a widely held belief that if only everybody was able to read,
and so gather the information available in books and other printed publications,
humankind, being basically a reasonable species, would become civilized in a new way
and would grow in virtue and achievements. With the advantage of some hindsight we can
now entertain doubts about these pleasant effects of literacy. There has indeed been a
remarkable diffusion of cultural material made accessible in various forms of printed
matter; but the great moral change for the better that this was to make in humanity has not
been so conspicuously evident.
Today, indeed, many publications are not aimed at readers. They are aimed at people who
cannot read or do not want to read. They take the form of strip cartoons. And the cinema
and television, with their spin-off in the form of video material, have, for some people,
reduced all life to a sort of animated strip cartoon.
With the decline of reading there has been a decline in respect for the intellectual effort
which has to accompany some forms of study. And there has been a recession in the
number of people who can actually read at all. A couple of years ago, in Britain, a highly
literate country, a newspaper noted that there were now more than two million illiterate
young adults unable to cope with any form of printed matter.
There seem to be two reasons for study. The first is to acquire information—the
information which our forefathers thought was going to give us a better, safer and more
virtuous world. The second reason is that reading makes available a fascinating variety
of enjoyable images and leads into areas far beyond the printed page and beyond the
austere limits of mere utility. The first of these objectives for study may be symbolized by
the textbook; the second by the poem or the novel.
As well as getting factual information from textbooks, we extend our sympathies by the
other kinds of study and accumulate capacities of response to many kinds of human
situation. This is what we sometimes call culture. Yet we can perhaps sometimes feel that
there is a certain futility in the pursuit of culture, for, in our extension into it, we can never
reach any finality; and we tend to measure the worth of things by their ability to bring us
to goals of achievement or finality.
In most people’s lives there are moments of disillusionment when, through fatigue,
disappointment or alienation, they feel an emptiness in all that life can offer. Doubts arise
about supposed fulfilment.
This disillusionment can touch our pursuit of any human interest or activity, including
literature. At the close of one of the most powerful and poetic passages of the Jewish and
Christian Old Testament, the writer reaches the conclusion that ‘Of making many books
there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.’
Our awareness of the hollowness or inadequacy in all the vast range of cultural pursuits
brings us to a certain freedom. We cease to look on study as and end in itself and can
begin to question its value and purpose without inhibition. As we lay our books down, we
can begin to wonder where else we can turn for fulfilment. Is there, for example, a sort of
upper floor to the palace of culture where we can ascend to read some special kind of
literature, perhaps about religion or philosophy?
This is dealt with decisively in one of those books that we have been encouraged in the
Theosophical Society to read. It is that translation of Viveka-Chûdâmani, known as The
Crest Jewel of Wisdom, made by Mohini Mohun Chatterjee just a hundred years ago. The
work is attributed to the great sage Sri Shankarachâra. Concerning study, this ancient
books says: ‘If the supreme truth remains unknown, the study of the scriptures is fruitless;
even if the supreme truth is known, the study of the scriptures is useless. In a labyrinth of
words the mind is lost like a man in a thick forest; therefore, with great effort, must be
learned the truth about oneself from him who knows the truth. Of what use are the Vedas
to him who has been bitten by the snake of ignorance?
What is asserted here is that there is a greater truth which cannot be written or spoken
about in words. The study of words will never bring us to it.
What, then, is it that we do with words which we cannot do with respect to that greater
truth? When we speak to another person in words, we appeal to some common ground of
experience that we share with him. We communicate with one another only in terms of the
experience that we have in common. As soon as something is experienced, it is committed
to memory. So words are concerned with the past. They cannot deal with what lies outside
our experiencing process or outside our conventionally accepted time process. If that
greater truth lies outside the confines of those processes, words can have no connection
with it.
We do, of course, have our ways of trying to lead other people from the known to the
unknown by means of words. We do this by comparisons, by metaphors and similes. We
say, ‘It is like...’ or ‘It is as if...’ We do this not only poetically but in our textbooks and
factual literature. But, obviously, if there is a truth that is incomparable, nobody can be led
to it in that way.
Again, we know things by their limitations, by their defining frontiers and surfaces and their
relations with other things which condition and locate them. We know a truth because it
falls into a particular class of truth and has other truths, as it were elbowing it on each side.
But if there is a truth which is one and whole, limited within no classes of truths but
permeating and constituting the reality of all truths, then it would have no frontiers or
surfaces by which we could know it, no defining limits for the mind to contemplate, no
interface between itself and us.
For handling such a supreme truth, our minds will not suffice. We could not grasp it. It
would have to be found to grasp us. Perhaps it has always done so, but we have not yet
discovered and accepted this.
What is the barrier to that discovery and acceptance? The barrier, we are told, is that very
habit of mind that we have been depending on for all our other knowledge. In that well
known and repeatedly quoted passage in The Voice of the Silence it is said that ‘the mind
is the great slayer of the Real’ and we are invited to ‘slay the slayer’.
It is unnecessary to imagine that we are being asked to destroy those ordinary capacities
of the mind which enable us to walk safely across a street or see that two and two make
four. What we are asked to abandon is the illusion that that level of capacity constitutes
the self in us.
The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali are concerned with this abandonment of the mind which we
have hitherto thought of as ‘my’ mind. We are told that yoga is the stilling of the changes
in citta, which we translate as ‘mind’. In the ordinary course of life , mind is a tyrant. It does
not permit consciousness in us to become aware of anything without placing it and valuing
it in relation to criteria which have been accumulated from the past.
A very young child does not do this, for it has not been alive long enough to collect criteria
and develop standards of assessment. Its view is, as we say, innocent and involves no
conflict. Many poets and autobiographers have written of the ecstasy of things experienced
in early childhood and have told how ‘trailing clouds of glory do we come’. Christ’s
teaching about the need to become as a little child is entirely in harmony with what is to
be found in Patanjali or in The Voice of the Silence.
When we think about this subject, we find ourselves imagining a wonderful breakthrough
in which the whole structure of antecedent thinking, all the concepts we have gathered, will
fall away and we shall find no barrier between the self in us and the self that is the Real.
Much mystical literature refers to this breakthrough or describes it in poetic terms. As the
last surface tension of personal thought is relaxed, ‘the dewdrop slips into the shining sea’.
Yet even what is said about this cannot be directly true, since it is said in the language of
thought and time.
In the ordinary experience of people’s lives, there does not often seem to occur anything
which at all mirrors that timeless event. Plotinus thought that it had happened to him on
three occasions. Perhaps there comes to us a fleeting glimpse of the kind of experience
that is described as mystical, leaving an illuminating mark upon memory. But the mind
quietly resumes its daily task of slaying the Real, assessing and choosing, approving and
disapproving.
Yet there remains a paradox in The Crest Jewel of Wisdom. Though it dismisses as
useless the study of books and expositions, it goes on itself to expound. If Sri
Shankarachârya held the view that he appears to express, why did he go on writing for
others to read?
A little apart from the more or less automatic functioning of the mind, we engage in this
partially regulated kind of mental activity which we call study. Most people assume that
one studies for the purpose of acquiring information, and it is traditionally assumed that
the acquisition of knowledge is a meritorious pursuit. Patanjali treats this notion in a way
that may be startling to many people. In listing the agitations of the mind which have to be
dropped, he reduces them to five classifications—right knowledge, wrong knowledge,
fancy, sleep and memory. This seems strange because so many people have become
accustomed to the idea that, while wrong knowledge is not to be entertained, right
knowledge is a desirable acquisition. But Patanjali is in no two minds about it; right
knowledge, just as much as wrong knowledge, is to be suppressed and dropped.
What Patanjali is dismissing is that whole process of knowing as we have hitherto pursued
it. If Reality is one and whole, then the notion of the separability of the knower and the
known is an illusion. And indeed in a later sûtra Patanjali says that when the
transformations of the mind have been ended, the knower, knowledge and the known are
identical with one another and are entirely absorbed into one another.
So if we study to good effect, what are we doing? It is generally believed that we study to
add to the contents of memory, to fill the mind with more and more furniture. But the true
purpose of effective study is to employ the mind, to make it entirely translucent and pure,
to end thought.
We have in what we are pleased to call our minds these vastly complex structures of
memories, judgements, evaluations, concepts. These structures stand between
consciousness and the Real. We imagine that we could not live without them, that we
should lose our identify if we did not have them. But indeed our true identity can assert
itself only when those barriers between consciousness in us and consciousness in the
Real are broken down. Only when that happens can the event of supreme bliss take place.
If, after that, and from the time point of view, we still require some sort of structure, we may
presume that anything necessary will come into being.
The structure which has been the cause of our bondage and sorrow has done us a great
service and was not brought into being without a purpose. It has given us self-conscious
individuality, an anchorage in this immediate order of experience. But we are now
beginning to outgrow our need for it and are looking for the possibility of its break-up.
We might think of that structure as like a log jam on a river—the river of our life. We cannot
see how it can possibly be released; it is so vast and tangled and interconnected. But, if
we study effectively, it is possible to make some little adjustment in some corner of the log
jam. Perhaps we take out a little stick from the great barrier of timber and throw it away.
And then we perhaps find that that little stick had been wedging a larger piece of timber
which in turn begins to come free. So we work away at changing our structure, loosening
it, detaching little pieces from it, simplifying it. And one day the whole thing may begin to
move.
Study, therefore, is not to be condemned out of hand any more than it is to be made into
an oppressive superstition. We have to find out as we go along whether the study we are
pursuing is helping to free and empty the mind or is merely adding to its clutter.
For practical reasons we have to acquire information in order to deal with that level of
existence for which information is necessary. But there is a further kind of study in which
we can expose to risk some of the values and assumptions that are embedded in our
existing structure and find ourselves sufficiently emboldened to pull a stick or two out of
our log jam.
Sometimes it is revealing to notice the aspects of a study which most repel some people.
One hears people say, ‘Oh, that is too intellectual for me. I haven’t enough brains for that’
But nearly always it is heart that is lacking, not ‘brains’. The study has taken a turn that is
in some way a challenge to the student’s self-centredness.
Naturally there are studies which we cannot take up because they require some linguistic
or scientific background that we do not have. But very few studies are too difficult for our
intelligence. Mankind has not got as far ahead of us that. We can understand if we will,
and if there is a resistance in us we can look for its psychological roots in ourselves.
Usually we do not accept a fact or idea that is presented to us unless we are prepared to
accept the implications which it will carry for us. And those implications are usually subtly
psychological, not just intellectual. They are bound up with the defence of our structure of
memories and values with which we have come to identify our selfhood. They threaten the
continuance of our log jam on the river of life.
But
right study directs itself intuitively to the emptying of the mind and the ending
of psychologically organized memory and hence of thought and time as we have
known them.
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