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The Gabe Axiom

Devra Torres, Oct 08, 2012

The other day, my son and I had the following conversation:

Mama: Gabe, why don’t you go play with the toys?

Gabe: Wah! Wah! You’re FORCING me to play with toys!

Mama: Well, what do you WANT to do?

Gabe: I WANT to play with toys, but you can’t make me!

There you have it: love of free will run amok.  Gabe is four, but his line of reasoning is common in teenagers,

and even in much older people who really ought to know better.

The core of the Gabe Axiom is this:

The object of my choice doesn’t matter. What matters is that it is I who choose it.

The extremist version (which, unhappily, my son appears to espouse) goes like this:

I will accept even something good and desirable only if older and wiser people forbid it.

Now, I did mention last week the importance of repeatedly strengthening your self-possession

by means of concrete actions.  (Maybe Gabe overheard me reading it and misunderstood.)  The person is capable of self-possession, and freedom--real personhood--but that control can be threatened by anything from hyperthyroidism to peer pressure to demonic oppression.  Self-possession isn't automatic.  Still, the idea of truly acting, not merely being acted upon, has a universal appeal.

But what kinds of actions really express, and strengthen, the core of the person?

Shakespeare puts one possible answer into the mouth of Polonius, the "wretched, rash, intruding fool" (and father to Ophelia) in Hamlet:

                                  "This above all: to thine own self be true."  

Anthony Esolen analyzes this one memorably here, on the sad occasion of the Australian Girl Guides’ recent decision to include it in their revamped vows (no more swearing loyalty to God, queen, and country).

 Lately it goes by the name of “intentional living.”  In the seventies it was “authenticity.” 

And there’s a grain of truth here.  

The idea is that human beings aren’t meant to run on automatic pilot.  If we’re going to act for the sake of God, country, or anything else, it shouldn’t be just reflexive. Some actions are performed consciously and deliberately, with full engagement of the will and intellect.   Others are performed by a human being but not in a human way.  They just “happen in man,” as Karol Wojtyla 

puts it in The Acting Person.   We’re moved by concupiscence, or by internal or external pressure, or just by routine--factors that bypass our freedom.

This doesn’t mean, though, that our ultimate loyalty should be to our self (as Polonius and the Australian Girl Guides seem to be saying).

Instead, we’re to use our intellect to know, our will to choose, and our heart to grow attached to, the good, the true and the beautiful.  We’re not meant to be stuck within (or on) ourselves.

This is the key to understanding something that used to strike me as sleight of hand: the teaching that when man is acting in conformity with the good he’s truly free, but when he's doing whatever he feels like doing, he’s really not free at all.

To the teenage mind, and the contemporary mind in general, that sounds like a fake-out: Gee, what a coincidence.  True freedom means doing whatever the grownups, or the Church, or God tells you to do, and false freedom is doing what you actually want to do.  How (eye roll) convenient for the establishment. 

The key, though, is realizing that people can’t always tell when they’re being un-free.  When you’re giving in to concupiscence, you may well believe you’re making an independent decision.  In the early stages of an addiction, you feel perfectly free.  You say, in all sincerity, things like  

                         “I can stop anytime I want to.  I just don’t want to.”

If you do try to stop, you learn by experience that what you thought was freedom was something else entirely.

Or sometimes you imagine you’re freely expressing your individuality and it turns out your “individuality” was mostly your family culture, or your ethnic identity.  But you might never find this out until you move out of your parents’ house or your native country.

There’s something else that masquerades as freedom.  Sometimes, like Gabe, you think you’re marking out a novel, creative path, breaking free of the shackles of tradition, and it turns out you’re just as predictable as someone who slavishly follows that tradition.  I’ve known women who wouldn’t think of making a move before making absolutely sure it was the opposite of what their mothers would have done.  That's not freedom; it's just a reflex. 

So free will is not quite as simple as my four-year-old believes.  But I trust that someday he'll repudiate the Gabe Axiom, put his free will to better use, and be able to enjoy his toys again.