Trump is a symptom. We’re losing our souls. Silicon Valley billionaires think they will live forever by downloading their consciousness to computers. Evangelicals are waiting for Jesus. What all agree on is that our true redeemer these days is Ayn Rand and the cult of money, power and greed. Selfishness and anti-human behavior is the norm. A passenger is mugged on United; a fraud is elected “president”; the rich get richer everyone else loses leg room so to speak, and has to pay to check a bag. This isn’t about politics—it’s about spirituality. We put career ahead of family, education and jobs ahead of love.
Breaking Bad (the TV series) is our story. The series unfolds on multiple levels. Like a Shakespearean parable, it combines a powerful study of human nature with social commentary on the tragedy of lives devoid of a sense of beauty and a sense of the intrinsic worth of our experiences as meaning more than the sum of their parts. Besides being wildly entertaining (has there ever been or could there ever be a series with a better first episode?), Breaking Bad shows us that Walter’s life had been so devoid of purpose that the only value he found in his work as a school teacher had devolved to whatever financial rewards he could earn.
At the start of Breaking Bad we find Walter is depleted, defeated. But then… he starts to make choices… just because. He starts to create something pure and, to him, beautiful. His rediscovery of purpose couched in creativity works for him, but not for long. Walter’s vision isn’t big enough. In season five of Breaking Bad, in the episode titled “Gliding Over All,” we come to a searing moment of truth about what is wrong with America (and many other prosperous places) in the twenty-first century. Walter’s wife, Skyler, has been laundering their drug money. But there’s a problem: they have so much cash she can’t even count it. So Skyler has been hiding cash in a storage facility—uncounted. She takes Walter to see their hoard. He stares open-mouthed. The packets of fifties and hundreds are stacked like bricks in a pile the size of a crate that could hold a grand piano. This is their exchange:
Skyler: This is it. This is what you’ve been working for. I rented this place and I started bringing it here, because… I didn’t know what else to do. I gave up counting it. I mean, I had to. It was just so much, so fast. I… I tried weighing it. I figured one bill of any denomination weighs a gram. There are four hundred and fifty-four grams to a pound, but… there’s a variety of denominations. So—
Walter: How much is this?
Skyler: I have no earthly idea. I truly don’t. I just stack it up, keep it dry, spray it for silverfish. There is more money here than we could spend in ten lifetimes. I certainly can’t launder it, not with a hundred car washes. Walt… I want my kids back. I want my life back. Please tell me… how much is enough? How big does this pile have to be?
Many of us are like Walter White. We may not be cooking up batches of methamphetamine and building a drug empire, but what we share with Walter is his desire for a more meaningful life. We also share his self-destructive impulse to succeed—self-destructive because it is based on failed assumptions about the purpose of life. For Walter, the joy derived from his art begins and ends with his manufacturing of the drug. He is most fully alive in his “studio,” —a drug lab.
I said that many of us are like Walter. We’re also like Skyler. We have enough (some of us barely enough) to live on, but in the context of our consumerist culture we are saying, “I want my life back. Please tell me… how much is enough? How big does this pile have to be?”
There is an answer to Skyler’s question as well as a resolution to Walter’s search for meaning, though not the answer they’d expect. It is an answer I’m exploring in this video here (please watch and share) that is rooted in our history and our many and various civilizations. Trump is not the problem: we are.
Had both Skyler and Walter found satisfaction in living life itself deeply and beautifully rather than only in trying to succeed according to the rules of some American Dream, neither would have been looking for fulfillment through money, career, or even formal education. Both would have found the art of living enough of a priority and goal. To do that they would have had to repent and change. Our society needs to do that too. We need to put love, people and relationships first. The rest will follow.
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Amen & Happy Easter, Bro!
Thank you so much. I turned 67 a few weeks ago and I wish I had this advice when I was younger! I grew up in the Catholic Church. I married a non catholic. I always felt guilty and of course you were
Told going to hell for everything. As a child I cried for
Eating a hotdog on Friday. Imagine. But life has taught me many lessons . Many loved ones died and my husband of 42 years and then five months later a fire took every thing. It didn’t affect me as others expected. I said it’s just things and it has set me free! No more stuff. I have been banging the drum about what has happened with our choice for government . I have tried to instill in my adult grandchildren that life is not about things. It is about experience and loved ones and doing for others and the memories are the only things that last.
Thank you 🙏
I love your passion and I echo your sentiments. Have bought your “Atheist” book but haven’t read it yet. I, too, am 64, have 5 great grandkids and have left behind the deeply fundamentalist upbringing of my youth. So freeing to be able to focus on humane and humanistic pursuits. Thanks for doing what you do.
thanks for the kind note, F
Thank you. I wish I had a transcript of this to send to everyone I know. My brother and his wife and my husband and myself have had this same conversation many times. My brother and myself were brought up in churches we left because their course began to veer from love to greed and we saw it for what it was. Last Sunday I wished for a Palm Sunday mass and a palm cross. Yesterday I wished for the solemnity of a Good Friday service. Today I wish I was looking forward to the moving Vigil mass. But I will attend no “church” that supports the evil of the political Right–which most do for whatever mad reasons they come up with, all of which is prejudicial and phony.
We aren’t wealthy, but we enjoy each other, our family, and the good earth. Thank you for this work of true love that so contrasts with the apostate church that has forsaken its only duty–to Love One Another.
Thank you, Frank. As a former Christian leader who could no longer explain away the gap between the call of Jesus to an authentic radical love and the actual behind-the-scenes practices in so much of the evangelical church, I’ve been grateful for your voice. Keep on speaking up!
Hi Nathan, thanks so much for the good word, best, Frank