I have been teaching Descartes’ Meditations in my Intro class. It is the first time in many years that I have worked past the Second Meditation with any care.
Among the many things that strike me–and I am of course not claiming original insight here–is the way in which Descartes’ epistemological struggle runs parallel to spiritual struggle. Like the acknowledged sinner, Descartes repents, and, in repenting, seeks for a true change of mind. To do this he must, again like the sinner, conduct an agonizing examination of conscience, testing himself at every turn. He makes but fitful progress: lessons learnt are soon forgotten; old habits die very hard. But he keeps at it, keeps salting his beliefs with the fire of doubt, and eventually he purifies himself. He stands naked, vunerable–apparently alone. The purifications of doubt, have, however, done their work–blessed are the pure in heart, in mind, for they shall see God. And Descartes does. He finds that he is not alone: God is with him. And, it turns out, God has been with him all along: though Descartes has been wandering through a valley dark, no evil demon need he fear. God’s shepherd’s crook comforts him. And, so, in the end, much like Job, Descartes gets back what he had before (at least, what he really had). God prepares a table for Descartes before the face of the evil demon, and Descartes’ epistemological cup runs over.