Tragedy & Meaning

Tragedy is unavoidable.  It’s woven deep into the fabric of Life itself.

Catastrophic loss, intense pain, inconsolable grieving, wounds that will probably never really heal up… these are all right in the very heart of Life and drag us down much deeper into it’s deep and inexorable, remorseless, vibration.  When we try and find meaning in the worst of our experiences, we seem to be digging to discover, reveal, or create an interpretation of a really really bad situation in which there is a good ending.  It is a relentless and essentially heroic drive to derive something useful and helpful – a narrative which could enable us to face up to, and grow into, life even more deeply – from a situation which obviously seems to be robbing life away from us.

Tragedy is the raw rip between human attachments, and desires, and dreams and hopes, and Life’s relentless and remorseless flow.

Love, which requires both attachment and desire, also holds to Life. Love’s a taut singing string between the fallibility and temporality of our very human and personal wishes and hopes, and the basically merciless and opportunistic primordial evolving energy of Life itself, with its hungry and voracious appetite which will consume whatever it can, paying no heed to our ephemeral, all too human, needs and concerns.

Life goes on.

Love is the perennial impulse to render the worst that Life can afflict into a narrative on which we ourselves can feed, and so go on, and live on.

Those who are dragged down into the impetuous and incontestable current of really intense suffering, and who are rended by it, are wound more intimately into life, and become, in a myriad of separate ways, life’s renderers.

 

Vulnerability & Strength

“The transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation, and that always seems fraught with danger.  But that visibility which makes us most vulnerable also is the source of our greatest strength.”
– Audre Lordes

Loving the unlovable

“Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.”
– G.K. Chesterton

“Love yourself, and make your instrument sing about it.”

“Think of it this way.” said Helmholtz.  “Our aim is to make the world more beautiful than it was when we came into it.  It can be done.  You can do it.”
A small cry of despair came from Jim Donnini.  It was meant to be private, but it pierced every ear with its poignancy.
“How?”, said Jim.
“Love yourself,” said Helmholtz, “and make your instrument sing about it.
A-one, a-two, a-three.” Down came his baton.

Kurt Vonnegut – ‘The Kid Nobody Could Handle’

Love and Freedom

Love is vast attachment,
inseparable from,
an even greater dynamism devoted to the full and complete creative realisation of the object of one’s love.
That is, to quote Sting, “If you love someone, set them free.”
So, loving someone is impossible without the capacity to suffer through loss and heartbreak: what you love and have come to fuse into your life, you must, in the action of loving liberation, be able to let go.

Freedom from suffering is not an attribute of love.
Select freedom from suffering as your ultimate goal,
and you can love no more.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power…

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power,
the world will know peace.”

Jimi Hendrix

love, egotism, openness

Love is that which calls us out of our egotism and self-centredness into an openness to, and a deeper interelatedness with, others, and with the universe as a whole.

growing pains

Love is an attitude towards someone that, while wholely accepting who they are, anticipates, and willingly labours towards, their most fulfilling and enriching growth. Towards, we might say, the disclosure and expression of ‘who they are, fully and completely’. Towards, their wholely mindful, and wholehearted, liberation.

But growth is ongoing, and growth is change, and growth requires that we never settle, or get too comfortable. It requires a fearlessness, a relentless willingness for transformation, and an ongoing openness and vulnerability to others. Openness and vulnerability are, not infrequently, rewarded with pain, and so it is no wonder that there is a resistance to growth. But the price for freedom from pain is freedom from growth.

Growing … pains.

love is revelatory

This process of loving, and of being loved, is intrinsically revelatory.
There is much in ourselves, and in the deep structures of societies, which resists revelation.

it’s difficult to love the difficult

It’s a testament that some folks seem to need Jesus, heaven, everlasting life, and the threat of eternal damnation, to be willing to love someone.
I’ll take it as a testament to how difficult love is.
And how very difficult it is to love the very difficult.