In an interesting and fruitful coincidence of terminology Alain Badiou's designated matheme for the present is the Greek symbol for pi.( I would write it in but I have not yet figured out how to insert symbols and non-Latin characters.) Badiou's formulation of the faithful subject is roughly as follows: A broken or fragmented body bears the trace of an Event in the production of a present. An event here must be understood not as a slight change or modification but something that really alters the fabric of reality. In an event something that was seen not to exist or to be of minimal (absolutely minimal) importance becomes of maximal importance, to the point that everything hinges around the event. To produce a present, moreover, is to produce something true, something that takes place in time and is yet eternal. If we follow Badiou a little further we find four generic truth-procedures, four fields in which a truth may be produced, namely art,love, politics, and science.
Superficially we might assign one of these areas to each of Pi's "religious" encounters respectively. It is the artistry and power of the Hindu epics that sways Pi to embrace Hinduism, it is the love and prayerful devotion of his friend Satish Kumar the invisible Muslim, the political urgency of the meteoric "God in a hurry" Christian faith, which is, not insignificantly, a part of the colonial education system. Finally, the other Satish Kumar, that ebullient polio-suffering atheist, bequeaths to Pi a hearty scientific enthusiasm.
There is more going on, of course. Hinduism makes truth claims about love and politics in the story, necessarily so given its context. The invisibility and devotion to prayer of the one Satish Kumar reflects the obvious over-abundance and naturalism of the other suggesting that the one is somehow the truth of the other. Religion, science - it's complexified. More than simple relationships, more than systems of truth and meaning, out of the multitudinous chaos an event has taken place and persists in a subject called Pi.
This is where the comparison with Badiou gets really interesting. Piscine Molitor Patel is the name given the central character by his parents. Pi is the name he dramatically gives to himself in order to avoid the teasing of his classmates. This renaming we could call the Pi -Event. Pi = 3.14 etc. Pi is a transcendental number and moreover an irrational number. The implications of this, taken together with a philosophy that propounds mathematics as the science of being qua being, are interesting if nothing else. Transcendental is the name Badiou gives to the concept which allows intensities of identity of a given world to be measured. And Pi, as the ratio of any given circle's circumference to its diameter, as well the ratio of a circle's area to radius squared, is precisely the transcendental index measuring the world of circles. How far one can take this comparison I am neither certain nor qualified. But to say that the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter can be taken as a metaphor for a human subject is definitely possible. Certainly this is where Pi found himself, as a disappearing constant or ratio that judged/measured his surroundings not from the position of a space outside, but at the very core of the truth which he sought.
The second part of this story takes place in a small coffeeshop in Winnipeg and involves a Mormon with an eyepatch, a New Age lady, and, as the title of this post suggests a coffee drinker who couldn't keep his ears to himself. The upshot of the conversation I overheard, which I now largely forget though it was what provoked me to write this post in the first place, was basically that each of the two participants sought to show how tolerant they were and how there respective philosophies of religion were very expansive. Thus the pirate Mormon confessed to the arrogance of baptizing the dead because in the afterlife they could be converted - an eternal mission field. The New Age lady responded saying that she was the more arrogant because she made room in her beliefs for his way of believing, and every other belief system. The conversation was polite, heartfelt, and genuine and, given the context- a yuppie intellectual coffeeshop, gave me the sensation of having partaken in something rather sinister. Religion, clearly, in this context was nothing more than a mind game, maybe a set of principles or a fascinating bit of history that we cling on to for nostalgic reasons, but certainly not a matter of life and death, and certainly not the result of an Event that staggeringly altered the very fabric of reality.
We'll be laughing together and having a pint in the afterlife they said in that cafe... but the lesson of Pi is that we have to face tigers on the open sea to know about this life.
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