We all have our separate stories.
I was just up reading when my 8 yr old boy came in ... sort of sleep walking. Must have done it blind down the hall.
The good stories can be harder to write about, harder to imagine, harder to actualize, to document.
One of the lyrics off Forget Yourself (Church) refers to something like the "flowers down the side of the house, the tiny wheels... so the future can begin". something like that.
Isn't that good? We can find our redemption through love for our children.. all children? What happens? They seem to grow up into adults. Different beings. Many a shadow of themselves as children.
I think of Nietzsche.. his principle of "amor fati".. to love what is necessary in things... I think he said it was his formulae for greatness in a human being... to want nothing to be different... to love what is necessary in things! A hard ask. An act of courage?
Amor fati. Kids have it? Yes and no. Then we grow up and all wanting to control things, to grow fearful, to lose self belief?
From Bacon's essay "Of Parents and Children" ..:
"The joys of parents are secrets; And so are their Griefs and Fears: They cannot utter the one; Nor they will not utter the other."
For a 410 yera old sentence ... it sort of explodes. I sense it, but I don't sort of understand it, not wholly.
As for our fears... we do what we can, ... but we can destroy ourselves with imaganings of what we fear.. like Hamlet?
I guess theists have their faith?
It's a cop out? can be .. c/f amor fati.
There's a beautiful new vid of Steve Kilbey and Martin Kennedy with a song called
All Is One. "directed by Autumn Andel .. combines animation and live action into an evocative and haunting video".
I think of Prospero relinquishing his staff, his powers, his daughter
(what a signing off for the bard.)
He knows how to leave the stage quietly... at the right time.
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