What a week. Nearly every day this week contained the potential for blog after blog to capture some of the impressions and musings from my small slice of our collective world. Yet night after night I found myself ‘flat out.’ with overwhelm, fatigue, wonder, exhaustion, and finally melancholy. Now I am telling myself, Enough, already, and am making myself write something to you, my blogger friends and family near and far.
What I am musing just now is something about passion and pathos, those intense emotional states which humans have capitalised on for as long as anyone can remember in order to create the greatest art and cultural works of our world. There has been much speculation these days about the changes that humanity is collectively going through as we spiral up the evolutionary road towards…. bliss? Nirvana? Everlasting happiness, paradise? It is difficult to even put words on what this new time is actually about, since we are heading straight into completely uncharted waters, evolutionarily speaking. However, if we take the world’s greatest wisdom traditions as a guide, for example, the goal of zen buddhism is total enlightenment, or becoming awake, a fully conscious human being. Some of what I have been reading for months now, points to the idea that once we become truly aware of our divine nature, we will naturally live in a blissfulor paradisiacal state perpetually. I take this to mean it will be joy and light and grace everyday-in-everyway.… the archetypal image of harp-playing, angelic beings floating about in long, light robes, utterly benevolent, radiating only loving, joyful, happy Yes! Energy forevermore. Well, that is perhaps one variation of a theme… but you get the idea. In other words, in this newly minted world of Peace, Joy and Happiness, those old emotional states of passion, desire, melancholy, and pathos will simply be passé, a funny memory, relegated to the dusty tomes of yesteryear, forgotten and good riddance, right?
And yet. As an artist and lover of high art and culture, I cannot help but wonder how our human life will be without intense emotionalism, without the old depths from which such gloriously, magnificently, profoundly deep emotional artistry arises. If we are all walking or floating around the planet in a perpetual state of bliss and peacefulness, won’t it be a tiny bit, well, flat?
Dear Readers, I know I am treading on thin ice with these thoughts tonight. Of COURSE we all want peace, love and happiness to be the soupe du jour forevermore, don’t we? We are sick and tired and exhausted and nearly dead from thousands of years and who knows how many lifetimes of strife, violence, hatred, greed, and other equally negative states of mind and being, andso we are now collectively saying, No more suffering and separation, thank you! We are ready for the peaceful, harp-playing, robe-wearing, ever-smiling, everlasting happiness world NOW!! Glory Hallelujah. And not a moment too soon.
Across the world of Great Cultural Achievement, it only takes a moment of reflection to see that without pathos, the world’s greatest artworks would be seriously hampered. If we only had art (including visual, music, poetry and verse, dance and drama) that reflected happiness and joy, I believe our cultural heritage would be extremely less rich and beautiful. One could use the analogy of eternal summer and daylight, a world without the mystery and depth which belongs to evening, nighttime, winter.
Of course, I could be totally wrong. Perhaps life without passion, darkness, suffering and pain would create the most fabulous works of cultural achievement so rich, so incredible that we cannot now even begin to fathom such a world. Perhaps the future world of peaceful happiness will produce works that will make Beethoven and Michelangelo seem like child’s play in comparison. It is impossible to fully imagine what a non-suffering human world would look like, since no one alive on Earth has the faintest recollection of such a world. All we have to try to grasp it is fragments in ancient stories, such as the garden of Eden in Genesis’s account of our first, paradisiacal world. Not too much to go on.
Okay, I admit it: I am a died-in-the-wool melancholic to my soul’s depths. I can no more imagine living in perpetual sunshine and roses than I can imagine living without breathing the air. For those of us who live with sorrow as easily as with joy, a future without the shade, the dark, the depths, seems nearly impossible to fathom. I feel like a traitor even uttering these forbidden thoughts tonight, dear Readers, since so many of you seem so Up With JOY! And I hate to disappoint any of you with even the slightest hint of anything less than. And yet. I am musing as sincerely as I can about this, because it concerns me deeply. What is this fifth dimensional life really about, is it about letting go of emotionalism altogether? And if so, what would humanity be like without it? No more highs or lows, simply a constant state of Om?
I will end this little musing-rant tonight with some wiser words, from the great poet, Rainer Maria Rilke. He was a person of great sensitivity and insight, a true artist and believer in truth, love and humanity. He wrote, “How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples – those myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses. Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses, only waiting to see us, once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible in our lives is, in its deepest being, something helpless, that wants help from us.”
and, “So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever known, if a restiveness, like light and cloud shadow passes over your hands and over all that you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall.”
- End of Year Musings, or Starting to Embrace Changes (visibleandreal.wordpress.com)
- Day 3 ~ What Bliss Is Not (onthehomefrontandbeyond.wordpress.com)