Some speculation
But I’ll take this further since I have discussed the matter elsewhere, although some time ago, as to what is or will replace religion in modern society as religion inevitably declines as knowledge and education replace the ignorance.
An interesting question. A post-Buddhist associate of mine has transcended (transgressed?) to what seems an interesting exploration to say the least. I'll go ahead and plug them here, though I haven't done all my reading yet. But this latest idea is called
The Global Meditation Project. (Note: There is some issue about the name, as I'm
positive there is another, pre-existing GMP.)
Contemporary culture offers us two general viewpoints from which we may choose: codified religion, and rational secularism. Both of these viewpoints have advantages, but are ultimately bankrupt. While religions aim to reduce the general level of suffering, and secularism aims toward unbiased understanding, neither combines undogmatic inquiry with an ethical structure designed to combat suffering and ignorance. This combination is our primary unifying motivation.
I've had the pleasure of watching a small portion of this idea in gestation. It's not entirely random, and certain parts of what it has drawn together idealistically and through what sometimes seems a goofy array of sources (there's a bit of an anti-Westernism unfamiliar to the common political arguments) are supported--perhaps accidentally--by certain scientific trends. Unfortunately, for your purposes, I can imagine that some of what is stapled onto those reasonable trends is symbolic enough as to seem utter feldergarb.
There will be more than a few of these sorts of movements springing up in the near future as modern generations are afforded the sorts of spiritual questions that test the motives of religious faith. The process will be simple at first: Start with an idea or collection of ideas that bear certain effects, weave or meld those effects toward the desired effect, exploit the new symbology toward the preferred end. Very few movements following this process will endure, and it may be that, in the tradition of religious ideas, the more successful movements will find their sucess by accident of combining enough relevant factors as to warrant endurance. I can say on behalf of this particular movement, though, that while these are still human beings, they are at least striving to reach past the ideological sense of greed that tends toward ill-constructed paradigms. Insofar as humans are humans, though ... I admit there's a certain overconfidence I've noted in my exposure to the development of these ideas that will necessarily require accounting for in the future.
And all of this is a handy coincidence. There are signs among pagans of a newer paganism rising that I would probably enjoy greatly; I'm surprised at the ratio of tie-dye to gothic pagans I'm seeing these days. Any other day I would have pointed to that and tried to pull an exemplary genie out of my ass. Or perhaps I would have ridiculed the cyberworld post-
Matrix Cave revival. Or maybe Alien Seed theories. I think Communism of the Cold War demonstrated that people can be compelled toward other all-encompassing ideas; Party and State definitely carried prestige in that system that was larger than life, and demonstrably so. Which brings me back to nations, patriotism, and other myths of convenience that have served us well in the past. I hope never to extinguish the irrational zeal of a breath caught on the two and two in the bottom of the ninth. I hope never to threaten the catharsis of a well-written novel or other well-made art. But these are as irrational as God, and barely of any greater functional value. And yet we get something in return from all this. Who am I to pick on
The Matrix? After all, there's now thousands, if not millions of (ill-equipped) people now dwelling on a fundamental philosophical riddle who may never have stopped to think about it before. Why not pick on
Farenheit 451?
Oh ... as to the twinge of a well-played love song .... no. There are no good love songs. Love songs are a waste of time, and cannot qualify as well-made art. Like drugs, love songs are extraneous and false excuses in lieu of something genuine. The twinge of a well-played love song is simply a sign that one needs to stop feeling sorry for themselves.
When I lived in Oregon, I knew people who gathered to play a ridiculous vampire game. It was, by almost any modern context, religious in its most visible aspect.
Perhaps people will make happiness a religion. Declare Happiness the Ultimate Cause of human existence. Of course, imagine the conflicts and unhappiness that will result from arguments over the weight of the maximized individual happiness and the sacrifice against that maximum made on behalf of a "collective" happiness? After all, some people's happiness seems to depend on other people's unhappiness.
I also came across an article, "
Slot Machine God".
So in the moonlight I drifted in and out of anxious sleep, and this is when it occurred to me that the gift I had purchased for my mother was bought with the petty change left after I had pleased myself. I realized I had set the happiness of my mother beyond my own material desires.
This was a different sort of guilt from anything I had previously experienced. It was a heavy guilt, not the sort of guilt that I could do anything about. It was a haunting feeling, the sort of sensation you get when you wonder whether you are two people, the other of which does things you can’t explain, bad and terrible things.
The guilt was so heavy that I fell out of bed onto my knees and begged, not a slot-machine God, but a living, feeling God, to stop the pain. I crawled out of my room and into the hallway by my mother’s door and lay on my elbows and face for an hour or so, going sometimes into sleep, before finally the burden lifted and I was able to return to my room.
Such are the things thirteen year-olds put themselves through. It's an excerpt adapted from
Blue Like Jazz: Non-Religious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality, by Donald Miller. I like it because as long as people can screw themselves so badly in their own hearts and minds that they will invent somebody to beg absolution of, they'll need something approximately like God.
How many times, hung over in college, could I be found lying on my back in the middle of the floor whispering, "Make it stop"? Who the hell was I talking to? Yet the process of appealing to
something has a specific effect in the mind. I'd recommend
Franny and Zooey in support of that effect, but it's been long enough since I've read the book that I'm not prepared to defend such a connection.
Sometimes it seems to have something to do with fundamental humanity. We
are inquisitive. We
do recognize the ideas of perfection, of flawlessness, of unity, of totality, and so forth. It may be that the problem lies with attempting to anthropomorphize those ideas, to draw them closer to us in order to imagine that we are that much closer to what they represent.
Which returns to the push for knowledge, and also to the question of "Knowledge in which context and toward what end?"
How about an infamous closing:
... er ... something approximately like that.