I have
just had the pleasure of reading an article by Grant Freeman entitled "The
Ultimate Answer". It was published by Those Catholic Men and is available
here: http://thosecatholicmen.com/articles/the-ultimate-answer/.
Mr. Freeman's article fired my interest and gave me several thoughts upon which
I would like to elaborate. In the film adaption of Douglas Adam's Hitchhiker's
Guide to the Galaxy, a race of hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings
(known on earth as mice) build a supercomputer called Deep Thought to calculate
the ultimate answer to "life, the universe and everything." Later,
when they confront Deep Thought, they receive an unlikely response to their
important question.
"The
answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything is
forty-two."
"Forty-two!?"
"Yes,
yes, I thought it over quite thoroughly. It is. It's forty-two."
"Rubbish!"
Here,
Freeman stops, explaining that Douglas Adams may have unwittingly pointed
to Christ as the numerical centre of "life, the universe, and
everything," as forty-two generations elapsed from the time of Abraham to
the birth of Christ in Matthew's genealogy. While Freeman expresses this hint
at God's marvelous sense of humour—at the "gracious hand [that] gives not
only without, but even against [one's] plans and inclinations" (http://thosecatholicmen.com/articles/how-to-be-a-humble-hero-in-2017/)—the
dialogue continues. Deep Thought defends its answer.
"It
would have been simpler of course to know what the actual question was."
"But
it was the question. The ultimate question. Of everything!"
"That's not a question! Only when you know the question will you know what the answer means."
"That's not a question! Only when you know the question will you know what the answer means."
"Give
us the ultimate question, then!"
"I
can't. But there is one who can. A computer that will calculate the ultimate
question. A computer of such infinite complexity that life itself will form
part of its operational matrix, and you yourselves shall take on new, more
primitive forms and go down into the computer to navigate its ten million year
program. I shall design this computer for you and it shall be called [Earth]."
Douglas
Adams hits upon a tremendous insight. We all have the answer to life before our
very eyes; we are not asking the right questions. Perhaps the trouble is
that we are asking the questions. We may become frustrated with answers that we
do not reasonably conclude ourselves, but ultimately, the answer is right in
front of us. We do not understand that we need it. Like children, we ask
"why?" when given a straightforward response. This is neither wrong
nor bad, it is profoundly human. But like children, sometimes we need to accept
the answer without an explanation or experience to prove the point. Although
"the burnt hand oft teaches best," we could avoid the pain by obeying.
Many
people are leaving the Church because they feel unfulfilled, unanswered, and unencountered. They live searching for what they want out of life. They fish on
the sea, unaware of the current that inexorably draws their boat homewards.
They do not listen to the questions that life poses for them. They do not
answer what life asks, give what life demands, or follow what life instructs.
Their faith does not seek understanding, but to be understood. How many people
waste their lives trying to "find themselves" instead of trying to
find another? Ultimately, Douglas Adams is right: life is about living for
another.
At the
end of the film, before the mice can harvest Arthur Dent's brain to complete
the reconstruction of the Earth program up to the moment it was destroyed,
Arthur desperately tries to dissuade the mice from killing him.
"You
want a question that goes with the answer forty-two? Alright, well, what about what's six times seven? Or how many Vogons does it take to change a
light bulb? Here's one: how many roads must a man walk down?"
"Hey,
that's not bad."
"Fine,
fine, take it! Because my head is filled with questions, and I can assure you
no answer to any one of them has ever brought me one iota of happiness. Except
for one. The one, the only question I ever wanted an answer
to: is she the one? And the answer isn't bloody well
"forty-two," it's "yes." Undoubtedly, unequivocally,
unabashedly, yes. And for one week, one week in my sad little blip of an
existence, it made me happy."
In short,
Dent exposes the core of life, the ultimate question that beats upon everyone's
heart: who will you love? No Catholic could disagree with this question. What
is the purpose of life? To be happy. How does one achieve happiness? By living
for another. Who is that other? Here, paths diverge. We choose either
created things or their Creator. Dent chooses Trillion, and if we are generous
to him, he is not entirely wrong. Each spouse through marriage brings the other
closer to the ultimate answer. We can hope that Dent and Trillion help each
other reach "forty-two." If Freeman is right, then
"forty-two" has a more familiar name, one that is "above every
other name": Jesus.
Jesus is
the answer. What is the ultimate question? Will you give me your heart?
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