...I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought...
-Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The grace that is the health of creatures can only be held in common.
In healing the scattered members come together.
In health the flesh is graced, the holy enters the world.
The task of healing is to respect oneself as a creature, no more and no less.
A creature is not a creator, and cannot be. There is only one Creation, and we are its members.
To be creative is only to have health: to keep oneself fully alive in the Creation, to keep the Creation fully alive in oneself, to see the Creation anew, to welcome one’s part in it anew.
The most creative works are all strategies of this health.
Works of pride, by self-called creators, with their premium on originality, reduce the Creation to novelty, the faint surprises of minds incapable of wonder.
Pursuing originality, the would-be creator works alone. In loneliness one assumes a responsibility for oneself that one cannot fulfill.
Novelty is a kind of loneliness.
-Healing by Wendell Berry
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life!
Pursuing originality, the would-be creator works alone.
In loneliness one assumes a responsibility for oneself that one cannot fulfill.
Roots or Wings
As I continue to seek the answer for this question I continue to find the truth in both.
To pause, to dig roots, is to rust as tho to breathe were life, which certainly it is not,
and yet in that same value questioned breath
novelty is a kind of loneliness.
To pursue originality to shine in use in an attempt at creating, separates myself from the creation, and thus fails to accomplish the one task I set out to achieve in adventure.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
It’s like we’ve forgotten who we are. Explorers, pioneers, not caretakers. We’re not meant to save the world. We’re meant to leave it.
-Interstellar
Roots and Wings
I suppose the fundamental question when the thread is pulled to its onset is this,
Are we caretakers or are we pioneers?
History has shown Europeans believe the answer is a resounding "explorers"
But other human cultures have answered the question differently, as caretakers.
Many different native American nations along with African nations voiced their opinions through generations of their cultures.
As the explorer affiliation expressed their beliefs they enslaved and executed their fellow human counterparts.
The question of caretaker or pioneer is almost an impossible question to answer for out of the two parties only one by nature can exist on the planet and was history has shown us the explorers were the prevailing philosophy.
Perhaps the protagonist of interstellar was misguided by the events of our ancestors leading up to his fictional present future. Maybe we as humans were meant to save the world but the votes for that way of life were snuffed out in the wake of the former.
Roots or wings,
what would the world look like if we as a species agreed upon roots.
What if we came to a consensus to invest our lives in where we are, invest in home.
Or if we did attempt wings it was from a position of humility asking the preexisting cultures and societies upon which we discover how we can be held in common, how we can come together in harmony, with the established.
Rather than focusing on differences we find the common. Rather than extinguish the bison only to ship over the cattle we find a taste for the existing. Rather than plant the apple tree, we gain an appreciation for the paw paw.
I don't disagree that I find in me a deep desire to adventure, to follow knowledge like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought. But to disregard our common connection, our health as one creation may not be mutually exclusive. When I breathe my last I'd like to say I had a home, I had a place on this pale blue dot, I was known by those who shared that place with me and that I left that speck of dirt slightly better than when I started.
I want to see all this planet has to offer me, both in nature and in humans but I want to leave only footprints and take only memories and leave with my mind's horizon broader than when I arrived.
Roots or Wings, I continue to seek truth.
Mandolin Orange - Hey Adam
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought...
-Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The grace that is the health of creatures can only be held in common.
In healing the scattered members come together.
In health the flesh is graced, the holy enters the world.
The task of healing is to respect oneself as a creature, no more and no less.
A creature is not a creator, and cannot be. There is only one Creation, and we are its members.
To be creative is only to have health: to keep oneself fully alive in the Creation, to keep the Creation fully alive in oneself, to see the Creation anew, to welcome one’s part in it anew.
The most creative works are all strategies of this health.
Works of pride, by self-called creators, with their premium on originality, reduce the Creation to novelty, the faint surprises of minds incapable of wonder.
Pursuing originality, the would-be creator works alone. In loneliness one assumes a responsibility for oneself that one cannot fulfill.
Novelty is a kind of loneliness.
-Healing by Wendell Berry
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life!
Pursuing originality, the would-be creator works alone.
In loneliness one assumes a responsibility for oneself that one cannot fulfill.
Roots or Wings
As I continue to seek the answer for this question I continue to find the truth in both.
To pause, to dig roots, is to rust as tho to breathe were life, which certainly it is not,
and yet in that same value questioned breath
novelty is a kind of loneliness.
To pursue originality to shine in use in an attempt at creating, separates myself from the creation, and thus fails to accomplish the one task I set out to achieve in adventure.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
It’s like we’ve forgotten who we are. Explorers, pioneers, not caretakers. We’re not meant to save the world. We’re meant to leave it.
-Interstellar
Roots and Wings
I suppose the fundamental question when the thread is pulled to its onset is this,
Are we caretakers or are we pioneers?
History has shown Europeans believe the answer is a resounding "explorers"
But other human cultures have answered the question differently, as caretakers.
Many different native American nations along with African nations voiced their opinions through generations of their cultures.
As the explorer affiliation expressed their beliefs they enslaved and executed their fellow human counterparts.
The question of caretaker or pioneer is almost an impossible question to answer for out of the two parties only one by nature can exist on the planet and was history has shown us the explorers were the prevailing philosophy.
Perhaps the protagonist of interstellar was misguided by the events of our ancestors leading up to his fictional present future. Maybe we as humans were meant to save the world but the votes for that way of life were snuffed out in the wake of the former.
Roots or wings,
what would the world look like if we as a species agreed upon roots.
What if we came to a consensus to invest our lives in where we are, invest in home.
Or if we did attempt wings it was from a position of humility asking the preexisting cultures and societies upon which we discover how we can be held in common, how we can come together in harmony, with the established.
Rather than focusing on differences we find the common. Rather than extinguish the bison only to ship over the cattle we find a taste for the existing. Rather than plant the apple tree, we gain an appreciation for the paw paw.
I don't disagree that I find in me a deep desire to adventure, to follow knowledge like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought. But to disregard our common connection, our health as one creation may not be mutually exclusive. When I breathe my last I'd like to say I had a home, I had a place on this pale blue dot, I was known by those who shared that place with me and that I left that speck of dirt slightly better than when I started.
I want to see all this planet has to offer me, both in nature and in humans but I want to leave only footprints and take only memories and leave with my mind's horizon broader than when I arrived.
Roots or Wings, I continue to seek truth.
Mandolin Orange - Hey Adam