Divinity and Feces

Anyone who has been reading my journal knows darn well I have an odd fascination with poop, and if you don’t know that, well now you do.  It’s not the thing or act itself that fascinates me as much as it is our reaction to it.  I love pooping, I’m pretty sure you do too, and as the great Taro Gomi once said, “Everyone Poops.”  Yet strangely, it brings us shame and anxiety.  Why?

My favorite author, Milan Kundera, wrote in his novel The Unbearable Lightness of Being* a sort of meandering essay on defecating and it’s relationship with God.  I wish to share with you excerpts from this essay, because I believe they are important to understanding ourselves and our relationship with the less celebrated acts of our bodies:

“When I was small and would leaf through the Old Testament retold for children and illustrated in engravings by Gustave Dore, I saw the Lord God standing on a cloud.  He was an old man with eyes, nose, and a long beard, and I would say to myself that if He had a mouth, He had to eat.  And if He ate, He had intestines.  But that thought always gave me a fright, because even though I come from a family that was not particularly religious, I felt the idea of a divine intestine to be sacrilegious.

Spontaneously, without any theological training, I, a child, grasped the incompatibility of God and shit and thus came to question the basic thesis of Christian anthropology, namely, that man was created in God’s image.  Either/or: either man was created in God’s image – and God has intestines! – or God lacks intestines and man is not like Him.

The ancient Gnostics felt as I did at the age of five.  In the second century, the great Gnostic master Valentinus resolved the damnable dilemma by claiming that Jesus ‘ate and drank, but did not defecate.’

Shit is a more onerous theological problem than is evil.  Since God gave man freedom, we can, if need be, accept the idea that He is not responsible for man’s crimes.  The responsibility for shit, however, rests entirely with Him, the Creator of man.

In the fourth century, Saint Jerome completely rejected the notion that Adam and Eve had sexual intercourse in Paradise.  On the other hand, Johannes Scotus Erigena, the great ninth-century theologian, accepted the idea.  He believed, moreover, that Adam’s virile member could be made to rise like an arm or a leg, when and as its owner wished.  We must not dismiss this fancy as the recurrent dream of a man obsessed with the threat of impotence.  Erigena’s idea has a different meaning.  If it were possible to raise the penis by means of a simple command, then sexual excitement would have no place in the world.  The penis would rise not because we are excited but because we order it to do so.  What the great theologian found incompatible with Paradise was not sexual intercourse and the attendant pleasure; what he found incompatible with Paradise was excitement.  Bear in mind: There was pleasure in Paradise, but no excitement.

Erigena’s argument holds the key to a theological justification (in other worse, a theodicy) of shit.  As long as man was allowed to remain in Paradise, either (like Valentinus’ Jesus) he did not defecate at all, or (as would seem more likely) he did not look upon shit as something repellent.  Not until after God expelled man from Paradise did He make him feel disgust.  Man began to hide what shamed him, and by the time he removed the veil, he was blinded by a great light.  Thus, immediately after his introduction to disgust, he was introduced to excitement.  Without shit (in both the literal and figurative senses of the word), there would be no sexual love as we know it, accompanied by pounding heart and blinded senses…

The dispute between those who believe that the world was created by God and those who think it came into being of its own accord deals with phenomena that go beyond our reason and experience.  Much more real is the line separating those who doubt being as it is granted to man (no matter how or by whom) from those who accept it without reservation.

Behind all the European faiths, religious and political, we find the first chapter of Genesis, which tells us that the world was created properly, that human existence is good, and that we are therefore entitled to multiply.  Let us call this basic faith a categorical agreement with being.

The fact that until recently the word ‘shit’ appeared in print as s— has nothing to do with moral considerations.  You can’t claim that shit is immoral, after all!  The objection to shit is a metaphysical one.  The daily defecation session is daily proof of the unacceptability of Creation.  Either/or: either shit is acceptable (in which case don’t lock yourself in the bathroom!) or we are created in an unacceptable manner.

It follows, then, that the aesthetic ideal of the categorical agreement with being is a world in which shit is denied and everyone acts as though it did not exist.  This aesthetic ideal is called kitsch.

‘Kitsch’ is a German word born in the middle of the sentimental nineteenth century, and from German it entered all Western languages.  Repeated use, however, has obliterated its original metaphysical meaning: kitsch is the absolute denial of shit, in both the literal and the figurative senses of the word;  kitsch excludes everything from its purview which is essentially unacceptable in human existence…”

So basically, if you believe in God, you should accept shitting with pride.

* The book is fantastic.  I highly recommend it.  There is a movie too, but I hear the movie is donkey droppings compared to the book.

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