Nobody thinks they are illogical or irrational.
This is precisely the problem for most educated people, I think, including myself. I've spent most of my life thinking that the key to arriving at truthfulness was simply to use one's faculties -- the senses, and rigorous logic -- to figure the truth out. It's still the first direction that occurs to me to head in, or to recommend others to head in.
But that doesn't really work, does it? (For fuck's sake, maybe it doesn't work at all!) Going that route leads most people, including many far smarter than I, to the conclusion that there is no truth to be found in life; the truth about life is unknowable, and it's purest arrogance and/or delusional for anyone to ever think otherwise. We are all just specks on a dirtball, spinning through the vast universe. There's a wonderful, famous quotation from Stephen Crane about that.
If there is a findable truth, everything within each of us -- including, and in the case of well-educated people, most especially, our dependence upon logic (or is that just my problem?) -- everything within us needs to be let go of, and something outside of us needs to be grabbed onto. What would drive any sane person to do such a thing? I think in most cases it's a matter of dumb luck, or at least, it appears that way.
Perhaps the key is that it isn't something we can do for ourselves at all; it's something that's done for us, done to us. Truth is waiting to enter us, to take us over, but first we need to be convinced to let go of all the worthless shit in the way.
I've been trying to understand Flannery O'Connor's short stories for a couple decades now and always found them somewhat mysterious and impenetrable, nor have I been satisfied with the interpretations of her work presented by a long succession of English professors. It's something along these lines, I think: each of us needs more than anything else to be broken
, deeply and utterly broken, before we can ever be fixed. Makes me think of a song lyric that I can't place, something like, "you come with empty hands, or you don't come at all."
I shouldn't post this -- as if I haven't inspired enough "abject mockery" already in this thread!
If you understand anything I just said, please explain it to me. Perhaps I'll get a drink now ....
(loads of happy sunshine on that page, but the quote I mangled is next to last); empty hands