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Written at the crux of World War II’s conclusion and British decolonization-neocolonization, The Perennial Philosophy follows a strikingly similar path to Alan Watts’ comparative literature on East-West philosophies, drawing conclusions from the nexus of Christianity and Buddhism, European and Indian sciences/traditions, and world mysticism regardless of religion, region, or century. As a result of Huxley’s hefty subject matter and sampling, the greatest praise anyone can give this book is its tremendous scope - almost indiscriminately spanning thousands of years and dozens upon dozens of disparate religions, philosophies, sects, traditions, and individual mystics.
tThat said, a main counterweight to the above praise comes with an examination of which samples are given the greatest import and room on the page. Contrary to what some (mainly Christian) commentators have remarked - among them, W.R. Inge musing that the book might be “more Buddhist than Christian” in world view - Christian sources make up the predominant strand throughout. Call it part and parcel of Huxley’s upbringing as a child of England’s “intellectual aristocracy”, but the Christian elements here seem to more often than not inform his analysis of Taoist, Buddhist, and Hindu elements, not the other way round. For instance, his commentary includes phrases like ‘God-eclipsing’ far more than its siblings in non-Abrahamic language, i.e., ‘Tao-eclipsing’ or ‘maya-embracing’. Furthermore, the three writer-thinker-theologians who receive the greatest page space throughout the book are Meister Ekhart, William Law, and Fenelon. Nothing is wrong with this (they’re fantastic sources on all subjects Christianity), that is, unless one wishes to get views of Christianity or other religions that aren’t filtered through the eyes of Ekhart, Law, or Fenelon.
tThis is not in itself a downfall of the text; however, this skew combined with a near total absence of African spirituality and the sparseness of non-dominant ‘oriental’ strands (see Edward Said’s Orientalism for more on which Asiatic nations and traditions are visible and which invisible to Western eyes) severely weakens the praise I have for Huxley’s sampling.
tA primary difference between, say, Alan Watts’ East-West discourse and Huxley’s is that Watts doesn’t drink the Kool-Aid he serves. Watts and Huxley are both British writers and contemporaries of one another with hefty educations from Canterbury and Oxford (and both also eventually moved to California to teach and write), both have a penchant for mysticism and religion the world over, and both have excellent biting sarcasm. But where Watts evolved into a largely irreligious professor of divinity, Huxley took the opposite route, deep diving into the common experiences of contemplation and unitive knowledge at the heart of most-all world religions. This is both a source of strength for studies like The Perennial Philosophy and a roadblock to classical science. For instance, one of the greatest criticisms reviewers then and now have pointed out is Huxley’s unassailable belief in the spiritual pollutions of parapsychology and pseudosciences, including but not limited to ESP, clairvoyance, levitation, psychic healing, curative relics, objective spiritual presence manifested through ceremonies, and the power of sacramental objects. Even accounting for the occult’s immense popularity across the West in the early 20th century as well as parapsychology’s relative acceptance in universities of the same period, Huxley’s excessive ‘woo wooing’ was certainly noticed by readers long before he dropped acid (well, mescaline).
tAll this said, The Perennial Philosophy remains a fine starting point for those readers curious in a more global rendering of religion beyond the dandruff of Sunday schools. While contemporary readers will have to adjust to Huxley’s use of language common to the European “intellectual aristocracy” of yesteryear - among them, “oriental”, “occidental”, “primitive”, and “advanced”, yeesh - his work here appears a more benevolent and well meaning intellectualism than many of its siblings like Max Muller’s villainous translations and commentaries on the Vedas and Sutras as well as Ayn Rand’s reductive reviews of Zen (see, or rather don’t see, Muller’s Sacred Books of the East series and Rand’s For the New Intellectual). A great and entertaining strength of the text is Huxley’s insertion of broad passages without attribution until their conclusion; one may be surprised by which passages turn out to be Buddhist and which Christian in origin. This effect certainly supports the core thesis that a pleasant perennialism (of perception, meditation, ethics, morality, and benevolence) lies beneath the scaffoldings of organized religion. If readers are turned on by Huxley’s work here, see also Alan Watts’ The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are and The Way of Zen as well as Carl Jung’s Analytical Psychology.
Happy contemplating!
tThat said, a main counterweight to the above praise comes with an examination of which samples are given the greatest import and room on the page. Contrary to what some (mainly Christian) commentators have remarked - among them, W.R. Inge musing that the book might be “more Buddhist than Christian” in world view - Christian sources make up the predominant strand throughout. Call it part and parcel of Huxley’s upbringing as a child of England’s “intellectual aristocracy”, but the Christian elements here seem to more often than not inform his analysis of Taoist, Buddhist, and Hindu elements, not the other way round. For instance, his commentary includes phrases like ‘God-eclipsing’ far more than its siblings in non-Abrahamic language, i.e., ‘Tao-eclipsing’ or ‘maya-embracing’. Furthermore, the three writer-thinker-theologians who receive the greatest page space throughout the book are Meister Ekhart, William Law, and Fenelon. Nothing is wrong with this (they’re fantastic sources on all subjects Christianity), that is, unless one wishes to get views of Christianity or other religions that aren’t filtered through the eyes of Ekhart, Law, or Fenelon.
tThis is not in itself a downfall of the text; however, this skew combined with a near total absence of African spirituality and the sparseness of non-dominant ‘oriental’ strands (see Edward Said’s Orientalism for more on which Asiatic nations and traditions are visible and which invisible to Western eyes) severely weakens the praise I have for Huxley’s sampling.
tA primary difference between, say, Alan Watts’ East-West discourse and Huxley’s is that Watts doesn’t drink the Kool-Aid he serves. Watts and Huxley are both British writers and contemporaries of one another with hefty educations from Canterbury and Oxford (and both also eventually moved to California to teach and write), both have a penchant for mysticism and religion the world over, and both have excellent biting sarcasm. But where Watts evolved into a largely irreligious professor of divinity, Huxley took the opposite route, deep diving into the common experiences of contemplation and unitive knowledge at the heart of most-all world religions. This is both a source of strength for studies like The Perennial Philosophy and a roadblock to classical science. For instance, one of the greatest criticisms reviewers then and now have pointed out is Huxley’s unassailable belief in the spiritual pollutions of parapsychology and pseudosciences, including but not limited to ESP, clairvoyance, levitation, psychic healing, curative relics, objective spiritual presence manifested through ceremonies, and the power of sacramental objects. Even accounting for the occult’s immense popularity across the West in the early 20th century as well as parapsychology’s relative acceptance in universities of the same period, Huxley’s excessive ‘woo wooing’ was certainly noticed by readers long before he dropped acid (well, mescaline).
tAll this said, The Perennial Philosophy remains a fine starting point for those readers curious in a more global rendering of religion beyond the dandruff of Sunday schools. While contemporary readers will have to adjust to Huxley’s use of language common to the European “intellectual aristocracy” of yesteryear - among them, “oriental”, “occidental”, “primitive”, and “advanced”, yeesh - his work here appears a more benevolent and well meaning intellectualism than many of its siblings like Max Muller’s villainous translations and commentaries on the Vedas and Sutras as well as Ayn Rand’s reductive reviews of Zen (see, or rather don’t see, Muller’s Sacred Books of the East series and Rand’s For the New Intellectual). A great and entertaining strength of the text is Huxley’s insertion of broad passages without attribution until their conclusion; one may be surprised by which passages turn out to be Buddhist and which Christian in origin. This effect certainly supports the core thesis that a pleasant perennialism (of perception, meditation, ethics, morality, and benevolence) lies beneath the scaffoldings of organized religion. If readers are turned on by Huxley’s work here, see also Alan Watts’ The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are and The Way of Zen as well as Carl Jung’s Analytical Psychology.
Happy contemplating!