By Brent M. Jones
If the soul is eternal and lives on when the body dies, then it must be made of different materials. If that substance is spiritual, then where does it reside within our living bodies? Is it separate or part of our living flesh. Some have referred to the soul as the seat or location of our character and emotions, but is that just a metaphorical inference?
Some religions believe the soul comes back after death and reunites with a resurrected body at some future time, but then they are not clear as to whether the soul exists without being reunited with the body. Existence as a unique entity should carry within it the substance of the life and experiences it learned in the body so if the soul exists without the body then that substance must be part of the soul.
Plato, Aristotle and many others have written about the existence of the soul. A recent well-known historian, Will Durant, wrote about the history of man, looking deeply into the living lives of all things. He also wrote about the existence of a soul and said he had little doubt it existed as a part the human existence, a view shared by many intellectuals. Some, like Durant, are influenced by a belief that the universe brings about life taking matter and evolving it into living forms.
This view says that all matter has a spiritual essence. He was fond of his own unique soul but said he did not expect it to survive the complete death of his body. Durant summed up this conclusion in his last book, Fallen Leaves, saying that he felt the death of the body would likewise be the death of the soul. That conclusion seems to be at odds with his passion for life and view that it exists within all things.
Durant said he wanted to bring the “future into focus” and his method was to focus on the raw experience of history. This approach is clearly reflected in his extensive work in writing the 11 volumes of "The Story of Civilization”.
Durant believed that life flowed from what he felt was a mysterious source which moved like a river from an unknown beginning and then to an abrupt end with the death of the body. The sudden end of the soul is often the conclusion of intellectuals, that seem to be tied to the concept of determinism: the doctrine that all events, including human action, are ultimately determined by causes external to the will. Durant serves as a useful focus for discussions about the soul because he certainly was not a determinist and placed great value on individual experiences. He refused to accept the end was all predetermined by the beginning,
My own opinion is Durant was on the right track, but with incomplete conclusions on the nature of the soul in part because he just did not live long enough to see all the options. He defended free will, that the soul was unique, valued individual experience, and he saw a universe whose purpose was to create and advance life. and he valued individual experience. What he lacked were options into what could happen after death to the soul.
We live in a world clearly defined by three spatial dimensions including one dimension of time. Durant's and others in the past drew conclusion about the soul that were framed with this knowledge, but he did not have information about a 4th, 5th and other dimensions? In 1919, mathematician Theodor Kaluza presented new ideas about a 4th dimension. Today “string theorists” present more complicated thoughts saying it's quite easy to assume there are 10 or 11 dimensions and perhaps more. Maybe these other dimensions include or await our own participation, with our spiritual soul.
Seeing life metaphorically, like a river of influences and forces, is a poetic approach that ties things together but it ignores where the river starts and assumes that it ends.
By Brent M. Jones
In Dean Koontz's book, The Crooked Staircase, the little boy Travis is hiding out in a fortified bunker, below the ground, with the "End of Times" recluse Cornell Jasperson. Cornell has no need for the world above and spends his days reading.
Cornell has just finished reading the complete works of philosopher Immanual Kant and has on his table a Nero Wolfe mystery, a fictional character created in 1934 by American mystery writer Rex Stout.
He mentions his interest in reading all one hundred andd twenty plus books of Henry James, having found "The Turn of the Screw", very screwy.
Cornell says he understands about lying low as he mentions the Wolfe stories. Gavin leans forward in his chair and says, "This is real life now, Cornell. Real bad people, a real threat, not a story by Dickens."
Cornell replies, "There is no meaningful difference, cousin. I think Plato might agree. Except he's dead. When I return to reading fiction, which I hope to do in just a minute or two, it is my real life.
Did Koontz use this dialog to shape an eccentric character or to put action novels on more of a par with the classics?
By Brent M. Jones
As a young boy in the late 1950’s I walked barefoot on the muddy banks of the Portneuf River, a tributary of the larger, better-known Snake River, in Southeastern Idaho. The river was lined on both sides with trees, bushes, and especially peachleaf willows, some overhanging the banks with growth stretching to the middle of the river, meeting others growing from the other side.
Our home was right next to the river and at night, with the window open in my bedroom, I could hear the roaring, sloshing and flow of the water. In the winter there was ice on the banks to walk and slide on. In the summers with friends we built rafts, caught snakes, frogs, and fished. We always thought the river was too dirty to swim in so that didn’t happen too often. It was easy to build a river bank fort deep into the overhanging bushes and willows and not easily found by others, since it could only be accessed from the raft. It was my own small Huckleberry Finn experience, but the fishing was not the same approach as his.
One difference was my own version of bottle fishing where no poles or hooks were needed. The first step was to get a pint or quart glass Mason jar, which was not a problem. My mom had plenty of extra jars because each year she bottled fresh raspberries, cherries, peaches and pears sealing them in the bottles and heating them in a boiling water bath. The raspberries were especially good and were my favorite.
An empty bottle, strong string, bottle lid, a knife and some bread, was all that was needed. The string was usually six feet long with one end tied and fasted around the lid. Using the knife, a hole could be pressed in the middle of the flat lid creating a punctured x and then pressing the x to open so that 4 sharp sections of the lid depressed into the bottle. At this point a few bread pieces would be put in the bottom of the bottle. They needed to be big enough so when the bottle was filled with water that they wouldn’t float up through the opening, now in the lid.
With the bottle secured by the long string, sometimes doubled up strong enough to hold the bottle full of water with some pressure, the filled bottle was then just tossed off shore under some overhanging branches or close to a large rock.
This type of fishing amounted to just waiting at least ten minutes or maybe even an hour but when the bottle was pulled back in it almost always had some small minnows in it. Bigger fish could be caught with a pole, hook and bait, but it wasn’t always a sure thing like bottle fishing was.
The small fish could be used for bait on a hook with a fishing pole if a trip to the Snake River was coming up, or it could be sold for bait just like worms could. Mostly the small fish were an option for more riverbank activity. Mud and rocks could be used for making a little pond to hold the small fish. With some work the pond could hold access the river flow and still trap these fish for days. Just letting the fish go was the best option
If a fish pool was created and loaded up with fish the next step was to move back away and hide or even leave and come back in an hour or so. Sooner or later a snake would find this little pool and go in and eat the fish. With good timing the snake could then be caught.
What to do with a live snake was a little more of a challenge. Several attempts to keep the snake in a cardboard box under the front porch failed. They just disappeared or sometimes we wound up killing them or letting them go? I always hoped they wouldn’t find a way into the house if they got away.
Maybe if I had read the book “Huckleberry Finn,” when I was a young and learned about this farm boy in overalls out on his raft carrying a fishing pole and bait bucket I would have viewed my own experiences differently. Reading and real-life experiences are both good and both add to each other.
By Brent M. Jones
How does experience, knowledge, and good judgement bring about wisdom? Are there classes in school that explain how to apply experience, judgement and knowledge and result in having wisdom? Is it just lifelong attempt to find the answers that result in wisdom: if that is true then how much time does it take?
The answer to these questions requires us to think about what wisdom is. It is not the product of only schooling, or just gaining knowledge, or even the lifelong "attempt to acquire" it. The sincere attempt to acquire it may be part of what wisdom is, but that effort is never completed.
Reading, classes, and study can bring about knowledge and we can gain experience and understanding as we try to use what we have learned. How we feel about knowledge is part of what understanding is. Those feelings are mostly the result of the consequences we learn through experience applying the knowledge.
A well-known quote, “Nobody cares how much you know, until they know how much you care”, implies that sincerity added to knowledge is of more value. Someone must truly believe that the knowledge desired is of value. Then they need to believe that it applies to the situation.
Wisdom is likely not a constant because our own conclusions about our experiences change over time. Wisdom is added to with changes in point of view.
The events of our own life, when examined years later, can lead us to making changes in our point of view and even to reinventing ourselves. What wisdom is now likely will be different when looked back on.
The book of Proverbs has a lot to say about wisdom and knowledge. It suggests that they both come from God. This quote seems to sum it up very well: Wisdom is the principal thing: therefore get wisdom, and with all thy getting, get understanding. (Proverbs 4:7)
The Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge is about a two hour drive south from Albuquerque, New Mexico. You drive to Socorro, and then another 11 miles to San Antonio, where there is a 8 mile loop road that follows the Rio Grande river and the refuge.
"Woods of the Apache" is what "The Bosque Del Apache" means. "Bosque" a word that is borrowed from Spanish, meaning the forest or woods, referring to the habitat found on both sides of the Rio Grande River.
Over 350 different bird species have been observed in the Bosque del Apache, where huge flocks of wintering cranes and geese are the refuge's most interesting feature.
The Sand Hill Cranes are large tall birds with long legs and necks. They pair up for life and usually have one or two chicks. These birds migrate from Canada, Montana and Utah in the winter and they will fly a chick South for the winter, to teach them the way, and encourage the offspring to be independent.
November to late February is the best time to see large numbers of birds in the Bosque del Apache when typically over 10,000 Sandhill Cranes and 20,000 Ross's and Snow Geese can be seen. Sunrise and sunset is the best time to see the bird while they roost in the refuge before leaving in the morning to feed or after returning from the fields in the evening.
We spent a couple of days at this refuge a few years ago in the late fall. We had been told by a friend to just watch the birds in the morning after sitting overnight roosting on the water and to wait for when the first ones takes off. When the rest then all at once follow the sky fills and that is the time for the best pictures.
We were excited and hoped to really see them all get up into the air at once but it turned out that the birds flew in several groups not just one. .
The road edge near the roosting birds was lined with people holding big cameras with huge, expensive, telescopic lenses. Plenty of tripods topped with Nikon and Cannon camera where the lens alone can cost between $2500 and $12,000 and even more line the nearby road with professional bird watchers. Som had camouflage pants and jackets.
Just like the birds, the people would move up and down the road in groups. One guy would break first from the group and then it seemed like all the others would follow.
We did see some people, amateurs and first timers, just watching, like we were doing, so we found our way into their little groups. Us folks with the smaller lens, and even just with I-Phones, just didn't fit in and some walked around by themselves, so as to not be embarrassed.
It was mostly the men that had the "big" lens with extensions, and tripods. It also seemed like the women showed up a lot later and were standing in their own groups.
We were one of the first on site at "The Bosque Del Apache" that special fall day, arriving early morning before the sun rose. When the light broke it was amazing to see how many birds were actually there.
The birds, the professional photographers, and all those watching were a treat to see.
By Brent M. Jones
I had 5 trips to the hospital for a heart attack between 2009 and 2016. Two trips were false alarms, but I still made it to the operating table 4 times.
The first trip was a complete surprise. I got up and started getting ready for work. The week before I had been in a group of volunteers that worked with older people and we were given instructions on what the symptoms of a heart attack were. I had a pressing pain in the middle of my chest, the inside of my arm hurt, I felt nausea, and just overall dizzy. I had made it downstairs and was sitting in the kitchen and just wasn’t sure what was happening, so I said a little pray and asked if what I had was a heart attack if perhaps I could recognize another symptom. Within a couple of minutes, I felt a cold sweat and so I went upstairs and told my wife and got into bed.
The surprise of all of this started to sink in when 8 EMT’s arrived in my bedroom lifting me onto a stretcher and carrying me to the ambulance. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how surprising it was that I was having a heart attack. Laying on the stretcher I looked up at the lady EMT leaning over and taking care of me and said, “I just don’t understand why this is happening, I have run 13 marathons in my lifetime?” She looked down at me and said, “Maybe it is just your time.” I didn’t laugh at the time.
Being wheeled into an operating room is frightening. They slide you over on to a cold stainless-steel table where you lay, almost naked, in the middle of the table. The room has a lot of people in it all seeming to be doing something important. The staff was young, professional and engaged in some good-natured banter was going on.
On my last trip to the cold steel table the first thing that caught my attention was that the music seemed to be a little loud. By this time I had my own personal heart doctor but he was not on site and when I met the doctor it seemed like he was so young he could have been my grandson. Every one was very busy of course and I just laid waiting for a drip anesthesia to be set up. From the comments and the volume it seemed clear that all those young folks walking around were enjoying the music in the background but and at least they weren’t staring at my naked and cold body. A young man came over and said he would get the anesthesia set up soon, a good thing I thought, but he wondered if I had some favorite music saying he would find it and play it. Well I still had my thoughts in place, so, figuring it was a long shot, I suggested Leonard Cohen. Not one person in the room had heard of him, nor could they find any of his music even though they actually made an effort to find him. I thought it was funny and might have chuckled, but I was out soon after that.
My last trip to the hospital was one where they again picked me up with the ambulance. For some reason the ambulance sat in our driveway in front of the house after I was in for a while. A fire engine crew and a support car team were there on site with us and several paramedics were regularly checking the back of the ambulance, and they each would greet me and ask how I was doing. One of these guys seemed to have paused for a few minutes so I looked up at him and told him I still remembered getting help like this the first time I had a heart attack telling him about the question and the reply I got from the EMT nurse about it “being my time”. Neither of the two paramedics said a word or even changed facial expressions. They just seemed like they had kicked into gear and was about some important business. I noticed that the one paramedic left the back door ajar as he left, I saw him go over to a group standing by the fire engine where they seemed to huddle and laugh, and then he went to a different group. I figure this was a good sign. The last heat attack event had a connection to the first. It still wasn’t my time.
By Brent M. Jones
Rust is a passionate color, rich with warm-orange, brick-red, mustard-yellow and the combinations seem to be endless as one’s emotions are stimulated when fond memories come front and center. Rust lets us know that an old and perhaps otherwise worthless car, has a history and a story to share if your willing to listen.
When a really great restored old car is found you may find yourself thinking, "Wow, that car is so cool, that era was so cool." As you caress the car with your eyes the remembering "back in the days" floods your memories and sends you back in time. When you see the same type of car all rusted out you still may think of the time and place, but your thoughts will be deeper and perhaps longing with nostalgia.
The car seems to be still be alive, if only in the remembering. Will a rusted 55 Chevy take you back in to that time any faster than a restored one? The restored one may take you back to a particular car and time but perhaps the rusted version leaves your mind open to looking deeper.
The rusted-out car doesn't smell new. The doors (if they work at all) sound different if they close. The surface of rust may break and crumble if you rub your hands over it. Is it really a car or is it a spirit of a car?
The spirit of the car brings back feelings, memories and emotions and allows for that moment in time to transfer to the "now."
Rust is beautiful. Rust is the color of timelessness.Rust is a passionate color, rich with warm-orange, brick-red, mustard-yellow and the combinations seem to be endless as ones emotions are stimulated when fond memories come front and center. Rust let's us know that an old and perhaps otherwise worthless car, has a history and a story to share if your willing to listen.
See Review of The Crucible: by Arthur Miller in Review Section
Arthur Miller wrote The Crucible in 1952. World War II, had just ended in 1945 and it was during a time in which the United States was becoming increasingly concerned about the rising power of the Soviet Union. Parania was growing inside the government worries that the Soviet Union's communist ways would infiltrate the United States led to a significant amount of paranoia within the American government and Hollywood was becoming a target for Joe McCarthy. This article in The New Yorker, appeared on October 21, 1996 P. 158.
"LIFE AND LETTERS about the inspiration for and influence of Miller's play, "The Crucible," a reflection of the Communist witch-hunts of its time. Miller recalled the source of his creation while watching the filming of the new movie of "The Crucible." When he wrote it, Senator Joseph McCarthy and the House Committee on Un-American Activities were prosecuting alleged Communists from the State Department to Hollywood; the Red hunt was becoming the dominant fixation of the American psyche. Miller did not know how to deal with the enormities of the situation in a play. "The Crucible" was an act of desperation; Miller was fearful of being identified as a covert Communist if he should protest too strongly. He could not find a point of moral reference in contemporary society. Miller found his subject while reading Charles W. Upham's 1867 two-volume study of the 1692 Salem witch trials, which shed light on the personal relationships behind the trials. Miller went to Salem in 1952 and read transcripts. He began to reconstruct the relationship between John and Elizabeth Proctor and Abigail Williams, who would become the central characters in "The Crucible." He related to John Proctor, who, in spite of an imperfect character, was able to fight the madness around him. The Salem court had moved to admit "spectral evidence" as proof of guilt; as in 1952, the question was not the acts of an accused but his thoughts and intentions."
Having more information on what Miller was thinking and what inspired him answers some questions as we look back over so many years at this play and try to answer the question, "why this play" at that time.
Which wolf do you feed? Is your heart and soul the real residence of your passion? Does loving what you do, or what your working on, attract creativity? Does it feed your soul? Something has to happen, that adds to what you have, for creativity begin and whatever it is that feeds your soul, opens the door to creativity becoming a "link in a chain' that the next artist will be able to build on .
What is it that we love is the key question? Another important question is why is it that we love it? What does that love feed within us?
The story of the good wolf and the bad wolf is a good beginning to find this out. There are two wolves in this story, one good and one bad. The good wolf is patient, kind, unselfish, loving, loyal, honest, and all those good things we know are good.
The bad wolf is just the opposite, not patient, hateful, jealous, dishonest, mean, and all those things we know are bad.
Each of us go through life influenced by one of these wolves. Whichever one we choose will live with us, and influence all we do. So the important question is, which one, and how is it that we are the one that makes the choice. The answer is that the wolf that stays with you is the one you feed.
The bad wolf wants hateful things, not good. This wolf isn't patient or kind. The bad wolf is not interested in new things and won't attract creativity and doesn't want you to succeed.
The good wolf wants to learn and is hungry for knowledge. He wants to see new things and to read and learn new things. He loves books and especially likes to read your daily journal and to do list. The good wolf attracts more good, and new ideas are attracted to what you already know.
In the book, "A Life You Love by Amy Tangerine", the book starts out discussing how to “craft a life and soul that you love”. Amy asks “what is it that we love?”
A writer may love the characters in a story. A painter may love the object being painted. When something new is added creativity happens. A non fiction story can be come fiction, when even just one of the characters becomes a product of the writers imagination. Then when that new character interacts with the others the writer will have to listen to find out what happens next in the plot, and creativity takes place.
Sometimes it is the writers emotions and feelings about the current characters that become the motivation to find a new character. The bad wolf doesn't want to let you look inside your subconscious for ideas, and instead teaches you to look instead for who to blame and hate.
The artist who only sees things as not good enough will never listen close enough to have the art inform of what may not be seen at first. The good wolf will teach you to look deeper than the surface and to listen
When we connect all that we have learned to our experiences, and then listen, the doors open.
"Nighthawks, a 1942 oil on canvas painting, was inspired by Hemingway's short story 'The Killers,' which Hopper read in Scribner's magazine. Edward Hopper is considered by some as the most important realist painter in the 20th century in America. Even so is vision was selective and reflected his temperament
The painting, Nighthawks, tells it's own story of lonliness.
The diner is a stand-alone building with long front windows with rounded corners on the glass itself that gives the glass a thicker and more confining look. It is late at night and the streets and other buildings look empty with their darkened windows, even more than just closed.
Silence seems to be part of the painting's message and is reflected inside and out of the diner. The diner has no visible doors and thick glass which suggest that those inside are trapped. Unsettling are the yellow, faded and peeling walls. The use of green outside on the reflected walk and around the window suggest unnatural light. Pale green fades to dark green near the buildings and confirms that the building is alone and that the people are isolated. The people inside the diner are not talking and they are not looking at each other.
Most of Hoppers paintings are about how loneliness feels. Loneliness connects to depression and anxiety, both things that Hopper suffered from. Just being alone is not loneliness but having no connection with others is.
Hopper, a tall lonely man, said that he declared himself in his paintings. In the diner tall men in suits bend over, but still look tall.
Being alone in a city is something we all can relate to. Those feelings are captured and used by the author of this book, "The Lonely City, Adventures in the Art of Being Alone, by Olivia Laing" (see review).
The book starts out saying: "Imagine standing by a window at night, on the sixth or seventeenth or forty-third floor of a building". The book also mentions this painting and author to explain the feeling.
I have experienced that feeling 30 floors up, at night in a hotel room. When I looked out the window I could see all the other tall buildings and the lights in their windows and could see people in the closer windows. You knew you were surrounded with people but you had no connection with any of them. You were alone.
I was asked recently if I had read all the books listed on the books reviewed and books read section on my blog? Yes, I have read them, some several times. I didn't include political books, many on religion, success books, and many that I had read prior to 1998. So yes, I have read a lot of books, but compared to a lot of people, maybe not so many.
What happened in 1998? Well a friend told me the best book he had read was Louis L amour's, "Education of a Wandering Man". Prior to that I had never read any of his books, and had sort of looked down on western novels. I read the book and was really surprised. It was his autobiography and told of his travels as a young man, and about all the books he had read during that time. Wow! He read the deepest books, and it just really surprised me. In fact it inspired me - I decided from that day forward I would keep closer tabs on what I was reading and I started a list. I should add here that I have read some of his western novels since then and really like them.
Einstein said that if you want your kids to be smart when they grow up read them fairy tales. Pondering that, opened another door in reading for me. I had not read a lot off fantasy or fiction.
I have to admit I now love reading Stephen King. He scares me at times but I keep going back. With all of the fiction he has written it is a little surprise that his book, "On Writing" is one of the best I have read on the subject. This book changed the way I saw his books. The writing skill of this author just jumps out at you in his books.
So can I remember what is in all of the books in that section? I find that they come back just looking at them, and thinking about one, brings several others back.
Some authors are so familiar that they become labels. Darwinian, Shakespearean, or Orwellian imply things that most understand. Harold Bloom is a literary critic that knows all the older authors that well and likely could imply labels of influence for them all. A goal I have is to be able to do the same and to in that way have them come alive and even talk to me.
C.S. Lewis said “The good of literature is that we want to become more than ourselves, we want to see with others eyes, to imagine with others imaginations, to feel with others hearts, as well as our own.” He sad we become a thousand men and yet remain ourselves. When it happens you will feel renewed and reinvented.
Street art has become common and the walls of buildings may be a new venue for modern art. The same photographers that capture street art often include in their pictures the street people. Art and photography can inform us and tell us what is being felt. If the homeless have blended into and become part of the art have they lost their humanness? Did the photographer take it from them?
Colette Brooks wrote the book, “In the City: Random Acts of Awareness”, She said, “that a city person is one who doesn't feel the need to finish a jigsaw puzzle, who relishes jagged edges and orphaned curves, stray bits of data, stories parsed from sentences half overheard on the streets”. She likely just meant those folks walking the sidewalks, going and coming all surrounded with people but no real connections to anyone.
Is the homeless man now part of the street art less important as a human because he has been captured as part of the painting above? Is he still real and an individual? Will the art outlive him? Will it have more connections? Was his existence just a way for the photographer to tell us what he saw? Did we take his "humanness" away from him by making him part of the picture?
The question were left with: do we see the homeless? The answer is not easy but the question is what is important.
If you were, or are, a liberal arts major does that mean your politics have to be liberal? No, of course not.
Liberal arts refer to academic subjects such as literature, philosophy, and social and physical sciences, as distinct from professional and technical subjects. As far back as Ancient Greece liberal arts subjects were felt necessary to enable a person to take an active part in civic life.
J.Paul Getty, the billionaire from the mid 1900’s, said it well when he said that he could teach a new hire accounting but he couldn’t teach them how to talk to people.
This blog is liberal arts focused intended to help get away from looking at daily routine in only technical terms but to consider thoughts and connections to enable further pondering.
The Dean of the Business School at Wake Forest recently said. “We have become so myopic in solving business problems that we don’t think about those problems from the perspective of other disciplines”.
Boston University’s assistant dean at their school of business said, "businesses want workers who have the ability to think, the ability to write, the ability to understand the cultural or historical context of whatever business decision they’re making”.
Liberal arts can help you get out of where you are to somewhere new. C.S. Lewis said “The good of literature is that we want to become more than ourselves, we want to see with others eyes, to imagine with others imaginations, to feel with others hearts, as well as our own.”
So whether your personally conservative or liberal, the good news is that more liberal arts will help you renew and reinvent yourself.
What happens when the music runs out? Do musicians retire when that happens? Louis Armstrong said that musicians don't retire, they only stop when there is no more music left in them.
Music is a connection between our physical self and our very souls. We feel the music. It reflects our heart. Music with scriptures are hymns. We worship through hymns. The feelings of our heart are conveyed in verbal prayer. Our bodies and faces reflect the images of happiness and sadness, with music opening those feelings. Singing makes us better. Sometimes we sing for what we long for. We use music to help us get by without things wanted.
Louis Armstrong also said that “What we play is life”. What is that music that is our life? How did that music get to be inside us, the musician? Is it a song yearning for something, or is it a song celebrating something?
Did the music ever leave Louis Armstrong? Did it ever run out? He never retired, so that answers that, doesn’t it? What about us? What do we long for? What do we have a passion for? Love and kindness are passions that can focuses and drive us. We lose ourselves in those feelings. They fill our minds, and we have little place for worrying about ourselves.
In the play, Cats, the cats all audition for the opportunity to go back and have another life and tell us why in the song "Memory" telling us “They had the experience but missed the meaning”. They had lived once, their music had run out, and wanted another chance.
Is there any chance that Louis Armstrong would want to come back and have another life, feeling he had missed the meaning? Of course not. That one is so easy to answer. He knew his passion and told us that “what we play is our life”.
His playing moved us. We felt it. For him the music was Jazz. For us, what we play can be just whatever it is that we love. It can be anything we chose, but then we need to feel passionate about it. If your lucky enough to love knowledge and learning, then your indeed blessed. That, like the music for Louis, just never stops being an option.
If your passion is your family then be an example to them. Show your love and concern.
If your passion is for art, poetry, music, knowledge, reading, or nature then seek more.
Find the good in your life.
What about Louis? Do you think he had a perfect personal life? Do you think he spent his time worrying about missing the meaning in his life? He dropped out of school at 11 and had rough years ahead of him. His mother didn’t have an inspiring occupation. Later he said of himself, that he hardly looked back at his youth as the worst of times, but drew inspiration from those times instead. He said that "Every time I close my eyes blowing that trumpet of mine—I look right in the heart of good old New Orleans... It has given me something to live for.”
What we have a passion for matters. Yes. musicians don’t retire, as long as they have music in them. Find the music.
Stephen King on Writing. George Orwell, Why I Write. Mary Karr, The Art of Memoir. Making A Literary Life, Carolyn See.
“Writing in the moment” is a term that seems to have several uses. I can be just a focus of attention on things happening right now. The idea of even trying to capture the details, like a slow-motion camera’s input, gives focus to the way you approach the moment. If not being a directive at the “here and now” it still can be a map to where to look.
The idea that some moments might stand out and that you can sort of sense them, almost breathing them in, and then using the senses to direct your thoughts at the details is just more of what the moment can be about.
A life story can be a reference to moments in our life, but those moments change. Seldom do you hear a person tell their own life story the same way over and over. As they look back and recall events, they see those events differently. The conclusions as to why things happened in the past change when the events are seen over again looking back.
Stephen King on Writing. George Orwell, Why I Write. Mary Karr, The Art of Memoir. Making A Literary Life, Carolyn See.
Four Good Books on Writing
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Social media can be harmful. I don't think as many people get addicted to blogs as social media. Real "face to face personal relationships" with people are hands down better than either blogs or social media. I don't think that would be disputed.
A University did a study last year on social media's effect on self esteem and anxiety and reported that 50% of the 298 participants said "that their use of social networks, like Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, made their lives worse". Research shows that they had a false sense of belonging and connecting that wasn't real world based. One big reason for this is that all those "assumed connections" that people are checking in on out of habit, several times a day, look like they are having the perfect life. It just often isn't real and if your life isn't perfect it can be depressing. People can be whoever they want to be on those sites. Whatever they are doing, it can be a staged situation, not a shared life. Our lives can look boring in comparison. As said it can lead to a lot of stress and anxiety. Not good things. Other peoples passions can be polarizing.
Depression, in part, is a state of not caring. The world turns "black and cold" all around us when were depressed. Things just don't matter. Anxiety may be the other end of this same spectrum. On that side you care "far to much about everything" and there is no way to accomplish all that you care about.
Connecting with people can help for either problem. Getting "out of ourselves" helps. People, books, art, poetry, service, our ancestors, and music can all help us get out of ourselves. If it is people that are going to pull us out they need to be pulling us into the real world not a made up fantasy on line reality show.
Having said this I have to acknowledge the real world. I may wind up using these same social media sites as places to offer some very short encouragement and to try to pull people to this site. I don't think I originated any of this so I hope you don't want to hang the messenger
With the new year facing us, a question is what to read next? "Fiction is the gateway drug to reading” according to Neil Gaiman, a successful fiction and fantasy writer. He added that fiction drives us to want to know what happens next. It becomes exciting, and it satisfies the excitement, as we turn the pages.
When we read fiction, it increases our imagination and results in our finding something new of interest. The new things we find may lead us in a direction such as science, history or art? Maybe we look for a biography of a person with an area of similar interest to our own.
Often the path to the next book, or even choosing one to re read, is built on past choices. Years ago I watched the movie “Apocalypse Now”. That lead me to reread Joseph Conrad’s book, “Heart of Darkness” set in Africa with very much the same basic plot. The book was considered one of Conrad’s best.
Conrad's book was critised by some for have a white mans perspective of life in Africa. I wanted to find another perspective. I wondered if there were good African writers that I could read? At that point in my life I had never looked for African writers. I looked and found many good ones who were respected for their work. I found several authors of interest. Chinua Achebe, was at the time emerging as a well known African author for his book, “Things Fall Apart”.
It seemed to be the perfect “other point of view” I was looking for. This book is indeed something that should be read by anyone who reads “Heart of Darkness”, and wonder if they have seen Africa correctly.