Words Define, or Destroy, Democracy

Originally published in the Opinion page of the San Antonio Express-News

As a nation we have recently recollected the insurrection of January 1, 2021. Yes, there were competing narratives of what occurred that day, contending words that vied for prominence in the American imagination; comparisons to historical events like the caning of Senator Charles Sumner in the House Chamber in 1856 for his opposition to slavery, and the Civil War itself, are examples.

What is shared in the above is a marked intensity of what most of us thought was a pure and founding goodness of an admittedly imperfect democracy. But such a human aspiration is defiled more openly and viciously today in the wake of the attack.

Recent political impulses appeared to ban books, under the deceptive goal of keeping students safe from discomfort over ideas in books that challenge their beliefs. Trying to preserve innocence, a form of purity, is itself a form of defilement.

But an even greater pollution, or defilement, is gaining more traction in defiling language itself. Such an insurrection against what words mean or the reality they are grounded in is a more primal attack on meaning itself, both what words reveal and what they conceal. Words are the most shared reality that binds us together, ostensibly. Thus their defilement is more alarming. Words in several quarters of our country are losing their respect and integrity in both their denotative and connotative meanings. Weaponizing words creates a deeper wound in the national psyche, perhaps even more than on democracy itself.

 Lewis Carroll’s memorable tale, “Through the Looking Glass,” offers this outrageous assertion:  “’When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said, in a rather scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.’” Here the integrity of words and their history are shuffled to the dust bin.

The French philosopher, Paul Ricoeur, reveals even more malice through his study of defilement in The Symbolism of Evil. Words may fall under the tyranny of pornography when they are seditiously distorted and so alienated from their fidelity to a shared reality. My sense of pornography is that it expresses a desire or impulse to overpower and control the lives of Others.

For Ricoeur, words themselves become the weapons “of a ritual suppression.” This form of “defilement, insofar as it is the ‘object’ of this ritual suppression, is itself a symbol of evil.” I acknowledge here that culturally we don’t often address the symbolic order of anything, so incarcerated are most conversations by the tyranny of literalism.

Such an attack on language now descends to a total fabrication without physical referents; however, such orphaned words can provoke physical and psychological trauma. “Nevertheless,” writes Ricoeur, “the defilement that comes from spilt blood is not something that can be removed by washing.” The stain, he implies, is much deeper than the physical blood; it is also symbolic.

The stain of insurrection and the physical assault’s consequences are built into the language that exacts such physical violence as well as the language that suppresses its real and felt impacts. We cannot lose sight of the fact that the capital building itself is symbolic language, erected to house the document that founds us.  We are founded on a congress of words that offers our lives symbolic and literal meaning and purpose--in short, our national myth.

Our words, used to remember January 6, 2021, have their own syntax and rhetoric connected to history through their etymologies. Defiling the capital was a rite of defiling the language of democracy and of words generally. “It is the rite that exhibits the symbolism of defilement, and just as the rite suppresses symbolically, defilement infects symbolically,” writes Ricoeur.

Suppression as an act of pornographic aggression can be no more primal than this.

Trust’s Presence or Absence Will Make the Difference

Originally published in the Opinion page of the Herald Zeitung February 19-20, 2022.

Many will remember Ronald Reagan’s famous and oft-repeated mantra, “Trust But Verify.” He was taught this Russian proverb by an American Scholar, liked it and made it a signature slogan in many of his talks. Trust is a virtue worth exploring at a historical moment of its corrosive weakening. “In God We Trust” is printed on our currency. In money’s circulation Trust is also shared and exchanged. We see the word in “Boards of Trustees,” in “Bank and Trust” logos, in setting up a “Trust Fund,” or in entrusting what we value to another. Security and good faith underpin many formats of Trust in our society; it is verification that that something or someone is in good hands.

I think of Trust as the heartbeat of any authentic relationship. In our exchanges with others, a fundamental question we might and should ask is less “Is this person loyal?” but more deeply, “Is this person trustworthy?” From the response to this central question, all other elements of that relationship ripple out. Along with the virtues practiced by many—Faith, Hope and Love—I would add Trust as the fourth term in a virtuous life.

Trust is also no stranger to Truth; they are intimate first-cousins. Truth suffers a hit when Trust is attacked or dismantled. When Trust is beaten down, we may both gasp and grasp for certainty anywhere it appears available.

Further, Trust is also sacramental; it creates a sacred way of being with ourselves and others, including our social and political institutions. Belief too shares with Trust a sacred partnership; what and who I Trust I can believe in. They are mutually supportive and nourishing. Without Trust, a host of demons can invade the gap opened by Trust’s absence. Here are a few that come to mind:

Suspicion of others

Lust for power

Uncertainty that breeds fear and anxiety

Extreme obsession with safety and security

Tribalism

Rigid us/them splits

Magnified inequities towards Others pushed to the margins

Intolerance

Rigid control

Extremism

Self-doubt

In Trust’s absence our horizons may narrow, suffering severe constrictions.  Without Trust, generosity loses its vitality as largesse and courage diminish. Without Trust relationships suffer malnourishment and anemia, their vital affection suffocated.

Trust is a compilation of all of the above and more as they assemble a world view, a life perspective, a way of being. Seeing the world through the lens of Trust offers a differently textured world than one envisioned through the filter of Distrust.

When the very young French visitor to the United States in 1830, Alexis de Tocqueville, wrote deeply and thoughtfully about our way of life, the role of citizens within our political institutions and other topics, he penned many insights about the nature of our government that remain relevant today. In his massive  Democracy in America, he observed, “The will of a democracy is changeable, its agents rough, its laws imperfect. . .  But if it is true that there will soon be nothing intermediate between the sway of democracy and the yoke of a single man, should we not rather steer toward the former than voluntarily submit to the latter?”

He concludes his chapter on “Maintaining a Democratic Republic” by asking us to consider this question: “And if we must finally reach a state of complete equality, is it not better to let ourselves be leveled down by freedom rather than by a despot?” Despotism creates an antithesis of Democracy; what separates the two rests on the vital and vigorous presence of Trust; when mutual Trust is organic, and robust, Despotism scuttles into the shadows. Retrieving mutual Trust could begin a lasting national Peace.

The Kore Goddess: A Psychology and Mythology

 On Saturday, December 4th I began a conversation with Dr. Safron Rossi, author of her new book above. After speaking of images and themes that interested me, we invited in Drs. Joanna Gardner and Stephanie Zajchowski, who expressed additional themes and ideas in the book that Dr. Rossi amplified; as the conversation progressed, we all found connections with one anothers’ insights, making the conversation a true engagement of ideas and images. The next morning, and as one of the areas that I found most fascinating, the quality of hiddenness that the Goddess cultivates, the following poem began to take shape.

I share it with you now and will post on this blog where one can visit to witness the rich conversation we had that afternoon.

Virtues in Hiddenness
“Listen to presences inside poems
Let them take you where they will” Rumi, “The Tent”
Can we feel when
our identity wants to hide from us—
a hedonist of hiddenness?
Save part of your illusion of self
deep in the closet of what you think
your life means.
That itself is a means
to an end.
When speaking with others
keep some treasures back
for safe-keeping.
Don’t tell all to make a good impression;
once your past leaks out of you
it can never be retrieved.
So don’t let your words
become warriors that turn on you
in the darkness
demanding to return.
Impossible.
We don’t need others
to dig holes for us
to fall into.
We can do it ourselves,
only much deeper.
Peer into its depths,
see if shards of your myth
are buried there,
in the emptiness.

Engaging Aging as a Spiritual Practice

Originally published in the San Antonio Express-News Opinion page, October 2, 2021

I never really imagined what aging would be like. Yes, an older body subject to disease and limits, a memory that needed kick-starting more often than when I was younger. Perhaps less mobility and more a sedentary life as my default position each day. Would my attitude gravitate towards what South Wales poet, Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) cautioned in his poem I read as an undergraduate:

“Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

The refrain in the last line ends each of the stanzas as a defiant posture towards aging. But here I am, at age 77, continuing to teach a variety of audiences, writing, publishing books, traveling, and enjoying family, friends and fortunes both good and challenging. I am not alone; we are living now in an unprecedented era of an entire population living longer than ever before in human history. How are people using that extended time to refresh what purpose their lives allow for?

But there is another entire galaxy of interior possibilities as retired  psychotherapist Connie Zweig eloquently expresses in her new book, The Inner Work of Age: Shifting from Role to Soul. As I continue to read it, I recently heard her offer a zoom talk on the book’s central features, which made me realize how nuanced and complex aging can be. It is a time for new discoveries of one’s central myth, namely, the core values and aspirations that give our life coherence, meaning, and purpose.

She believes, for example, that aging is a spiritual practice, one that invites a deepening into our interior worlds. And far from an individual suffering a mid-life crisis, she notes that as a therapist she witnessed a “Late-Life crisis” in those she worked with. So what paths may open up within our aging journey? For her, aging into elderhood is an opportunity to awaken to deeper dimensions of ourselves that ego-consciousness has suffocated or deflected, in order to have some control in the wheel house of our lives.

Many books on aging and retirement stress new tasks to perform, like volunteering in service to the common good, or painting or dance classes—all admirable activities. But Zweig takes a different tack in asking: “What do you long for in your aging?” “What is your promised land?” as she recalls the end of Moses’ life after leading his people to the edge of that terrain of milk and honey. “What is falling away from your life that you may have clung to for decades?”  She believes as well that as we age, our dream life can offer us wisdom in our exploration.

As a practicing Buddhist for most of her life, Zweig offers that cultivating the art of meditation can be a life-preserver. “Meditation also appears to slow age-related degeneration in our brains. Citing a neurologist’s studies at UCLA, she reports that “On average, the brains of long-term practitioners appeared to be seven and a half years younger at the age of fifty than the brains of non-meditators.”

Finally, as author/editor of two very popular  books on the shadow in our psychological life, Zweig believes that as we move in age to the sage within, we would can benefit from engaging the shadow: “the shadow is our personal unconscious, that part of our mind that is behind or beneath our conscious awareness. . . . The shadow holds the key to removing the inner obstacles that block us from finding the treasures of late life.”

Readers will find in her wisdom book many case studies from her practice that provide a host of narratives to further ground her observations and insights about not raging “against the dying of the light,” but rather to welcome and connect with the shaded terrains of our aging pilgrimage. In moonlight, for instance, our perceptions soften to a less sharply-chiseled world; we may then rejoice in the knowledge that a life that honors the shadows of our being can complement all that we have become and achieved. Gratitude may then host our most favored attitude.

From Act Your Age to Think Your Age

Originally published in the Herald-Zeitung’s Opinion page October 26, 2021

Unfortunately, most images of aging citizens thrust at us in our youth-inflected culture are outer-directed. These images advise us on what to take and what to do to maintain some semblances of youth at a time in our lives when letting those images go more authentically honors our aging processes and our emerging Elderhood.

Little, however, is offered to our population for the inner work of aging because our extraverted culture scarcely recognizes honoring the inner life. A new book seeks to address this imbalance: The Inner Work of Age: Shifting from Role to Soul by retired analyst, Connie Zweig.

Her book contains dozens of stories from her practice dealing with individuals who feel lost in the often uncharted territory of aging from within. I will focus here on her suggestions about moving into Elderhood. Her claim is that little is offered to the aging population to help us transition from aging to eldering wherein we are invited to pass our wisdom from a well-lived life on to the next generation. Having recently celebrated my 77th. birthday, I was all eyes and ears reading her book.

Eldering is a natural impulse arising as we age, but she points out that while someone 55 can be considered an Elder, someone 85 may not be. Eldering is both a noun and a verb. But what is an Elder? In Part III of her book devoted to this presence that wants to be recognized in our lives, and because there are innumerable faces an Elder can assume, “we must take care not to define Elder too tightly,” the author cautions.

An Elder is one who has let go of old patterns of thinking and being that have held them hostage in life, preferring instead to seek a greater, deeper sense of self-awareness in their inner lives. An Elder transitions from the role of the heroic ego, who invests in doing, achieving, striving, working, and grasping, but “whose mission is over,” Zweig asserts. As Elder, one cultivates a more nuanced, quieter, more reflective attitude towards life. Being takes precedence over doing, but that does not eliminate continued becoming who one is destined to be, even late in life.

Further, an Elder “knows how to listen because we know how to quiet our minds and be present.” An Elder turns one’s attitude towards their remaining days to include feeling “committed to life in the face of immanent death,” she writes. Like the Heroic ideal that called us earlier in life, the Elder’s reality calls to us later in life; the Elder lives in the contours of gratitude, generosity, a deeper spiritual and emotional life, as well as a lessening of being right. An Elder more flexibly accepts what is that we align ourselves to, not what might be.

The author is also clear about what an Elder is not: “an Elder does not resist change or impermanence” and does not “live in the past “or an anxious future, denying the portal of presence”; an Elder is not shame-based nor succumbs to cynicism, bitterness, or resignation.” Neither does an Elder “avoid facing fear, suffering, and loss. . . by losing connection to shadow awareness,” which tries to discourage us from our continued deepening into our unique selves.

She cautions her readers to beware of “the inner ageist,” who scolds us for wanting to live our unlived life, with prohibitions like “You can’t do that” or “You’re too old to try that” or “You’ve lived your life, now stay home.”

Aging happens on its own; but within that matrix Eldering can open up new corridors, new interests and new risks that continue to give life meaning and purpose.

Spectacle Over Substance in the New Myth

This op-ed was published in the San Antonio Express-News on July 14, 2021

When we take a well-earned break from the onslaught of news that bombards us daily, we might wonder, as we should, how fantasies of reality have gained such strength and support in these past years and seem to coagulate today with greater concentration?

I returned to a book I had read in 2012, published in 2009 by foreign correspondent of 20 years and a New York Times writer for 15 years, Chris Hedges: Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle. His cultural diagnoses have become more prescient and more ubiquitous with time.

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On the inside dust jacket is a pair of steely sentences: “A culture that cannot distinguish between reality and illusion dies. And we are dying.” His book then details carefully and with abundant supporting sources how this stark diagnosis can be grasped. His bibliography carries a cargo of 120 sources.  

I chose just a few of his insights to share in this article.

  1. “We are a culture that has been denied or has passively given up, the linguistic and intellectual tools to cope with complexity, to separate illusion from reality.” As an educator of 53 years, I have found the most challenging and rewarding task with students to encourage and foster critical and imaginal levels of discernment with the material we are studying. Reading and thinking with discernment are both challenging and rewarding gifts to ourselves throughout our lives.

  2. In the vacuum created by #1 above, “television has become a medium built around the skillful manipulating of images, ones that can overpower reality.” It is not only our primary form of mass communication, it is more: a large segment of the audience receive not just their news from television news but their reality as well.

  3. In the engineered new power center of our culture, “propaganda has become a substitute for ideas and ideology.” For many, Hedges continues, “it is the final arbitrator for what matters in life.” Anyone who knows and enjoys the rewards of reading understands the often pale representation of television over the written word, where one can pause, consider, not be told what to think and draw conclusions from a base line of the material read.

  4. “My feelings” become the acid test of what is real and true. But we might ask if one’s feelings are in fact largely composed of my assumptions, fears, prejudices and fantasies that create a virtual Parliament of emotions that one construes as a true reality and not a private feast of fetishes and apprehensions.

  5. Hedges proposes that “it is style and story, not content and fact, that inform mass politics.” He goes on to cite another writer’s term, “junk politics,” a phrase that “personalizes and moralizes issues rather than clarifying them.” Again, the emphasis is on the private feelings and baked-in beliefs that largely have as their ends security and safety, whatever that might cost.

Such a posture can shield one from the ambiguous and unknown future as well as insulate one from the past, from history, from the wisdom of our ancestors, and from a more panoramic view of one’s present reality. Such a condition can be reinforced, Hedges argues, by those seeking power and self-interest to create an appearance of intimacy with one’s supporters while not actually possessing the qualities they boast about possessing.

Lastly, an important question for any of us thinking critically about these issues might ask: Who in fact is creating or recreating our “public mythology”—Hedges’ term—and for what ends?

Pornography Does Not Stop With Sexploitation

Sometimes a word gets stuck in a groove of familiarity and is then limited to just one definition or description. But we learn from the Merriam-Webster on-line dictionary that pornography can also refer to “a depiction of acts in a sensational manner so as to arouse a quick intense emotional reaction.” It goes on to affirm that in the early 1950s the phrase “the pornography of violence” gained wide-spread usage.

This connection between pornography and violence leads me to the outrage felt across the United States and 18 other nations at the brutal killing of George Floyd by a member of the Minneapolis Police Department.

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In just one photograph showing a prone defenseless Mr. Floyd is an image of such power, what I am calling a pornographic image, which has incited a global protest movement for change. As many have said, the knee of a white man on the neck of a black man has been replaying infinitely for 400 years.

Each of us is outraged in shared ways and in individual reactions by the pornography of the photo. My own response, shared by many is deeply visceral; the image inflicts a deep moral wounding on any human being who has the capacity and will to feel compassion for the suffering of another. Unfortunately, and for a myriad of reasons, that compassion can be suffocated by anything from an ideology that stops human feeling to self-loathing, to self-alienation, to greed for power and control.

My other impulse to recoil from its brutality came from the particular detail of the officer’s hands in his pockets, his casual posture,  his demeanor, as well as his body language that bespoke “I’ve got this; no worries. All is under control.” His hands in his pockets expressed the behavior of a monster out of control. He seemed to me to be enjoying making another human being suffer as he looked with indifference into the eye of the camera.  This too expresses the grim face of pornography.

The pornographic imagination seems to seek a number of common goals: turn the other into something less-than-human; dominate that other, be it an individual, a race, an ethnic group, or those who disagree with you. The pornographic need—and for some it is a need that is a distorted desire to love--spreads its wings and can cover a host of subjects, all with one objective: master the other in no uncertain terms. Call it what you will: restoring order, following orders, getting the job done. But dominate.

Susan Griffin’s brilliant study, Pornography and Silence: Culture’s Revenge Against Nature (1981) reveals that when the pornographic imagination silences voices of dissent, something alarming happens: “Language ceases to describe reality. Words lose their direct relationship with actuality. And thus language and culture begin to exist entirely independently of nature.” We can all be grateful that the outrage and generally peaceful demonstrations across our 50 states and in numerous countries were not silenced, not muzzled, not muted by the vigor of pornography. Justice demanded a peaceful recoil; compassion for others insisted on a fully human response.

While in no way diminishing the sea-change in attitude and awareness that Mr. Floyd’s death has catalyzed in the most decent and constructive terrain of our human nature, other forms of the pornography of violence include: trafficking in children, separating parents from their children and placing the latter in cages, stifling increases in minimum wage as a means of keeping entire populations at a level of intolerable existence; voter suppression, governors denying federal assistance to bring millions of Americans into the health care system because the program was designed by an opposing political party; cutting welfare programs that may include school meal vouchers; over-fishing the oceans and lakes of the world until the earth gasps, exhausted.

What is just below the skin of pornography is lust: a lust for power, for control and for accumulating wealth at the expense of others’ well-being. That “wealth” may be monetary, social, spiritual, or physical. The excessive lust is an addiction that like any-full blown sickness, will, without intervention, destroy the host carrying the malady. 

The “natural” response to Mr. Floyd’s assassination was to sing out in protest, to rebalance the natural order from a culture that has become self-consumed by its own desires. Compassion and a clear path to justice can equalize and restore a proper balance between nature and culture, placing compassion well in front of pornography. To allow this order to be reversed is to dehumanize all of us in the process.  

Lying and Violence: A Nobel Lecture by Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Published in New Braunfels’ Herald-Zeitung’s Opinion page, June 12-13, 2021.

One of the many values of knowing history is that it often reveals how the present is often a close iteration, even a repetition of the past. History also gives us a perspective on our current social challenges that we might think are happening for the first time. History helps us shake off our naïve “in-the-moment” perspective and widens out to larger patterns that we mortals repeat with great fidelity.

In 1970 a Russian novelist and dissident, Alexander Solzhenitsyn (1918-2008), was awarded the Noble Peace Prize for his unwavering study of and contributions to the tradition of Russian Literature. He sent his speech to Stockholm to be read, fearing that if he left the Soviet Union, he would not be allowed to return to his family.

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His idea in the speech was to promote what artists and writers of a culture could contribute to the social and political realms of their time. Artists are the ones, Solzhenitsyn writes, who offer us old truths that endure and that can aid us in understanding “the modern world.” “And when the old truth is told us again,” he affirms, “we do not remember that we once possessed it.” So,  like history itself, classic works of literature return our memories to us, both nationally and internationally; they allow us to see ourselves through evocative prisms of what has gone before .

His speech is rich in its variety and in its depth. However, I was particularly interested in his insights at its beginning and its end, on the relation of violence to lies. In contrast to the truths of art, “a political speech, a hasty newspaper comment, a social program can. . . as far as appearances are concerned, be built smoothly and consistently on an error or a lie; and what is concealed and distorted will not be immediately clear.” Art reaches in the other direction, towards what our American writer, William Faulkner, called those “eternal verities” that inform of us the ways the human heart is in conflict with itself.

Towards the end of his thoughtful analysis of the truth of art and the forces that work as lies pretending to be true, he asks us to consider: “What can literature do against the pitiless onslaught of naked violence?” Not an easy question, but he asks us to consider the following: “Let us not forget that violence does not and cannot flourish by itself; it is inevitably intertwined with Lying.”

His comparison leads him to this insight: “Nothing screens violence except lies, and the only way lies can hold out is by violence.” They are, within his personal Russian history, in which he spent 8 years in the Gulag for speaking out against the purges of Stalin, then 3 more years in exile, intimately related. He ends his speech by offering a tighter relation between lying and violence. “Whoever has once announced violence as his METHOD, must inexorably choose lying as his PRINCIPLE.”

Perhaps many forms of violence, he muses, especially if they are to be sustained, “cannot go on without befogging themselves in lies, coating itself with lying’s sugary oratory.” Then, by an indirect move, violence may not move in a straight line, but by indirection; “usually it demands of its victims only allegiance to the lie, only complicity in the lie.” The place and power of the arts, including writing but not limited to it, is that they have the power “to vanquish lies.”

To dispel lies is at the same time to curtail or eliminate violence; they are inseparable in gaining traction; both could be dispelled or modified if the artists’ wisdom were invited into the conversation.        

Incarcerated But Not Imprisoned: Joseph Campbell's Hero Myth

Originally published in the San Antonio Express-News May 18, 2021.

When I was invited by a faculty member at my Institute in California to volunteer to teach a correspondence course with inmates from a California state prison, I responded with a course on personal mythology using mythologist Joseph Campbell’s classic text, The Hero With a Thousand Faces. A notice to the inmates went out and five signed on. Now, 18 months later, I am grateful that I did not refuse her call.

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In reading their essays, I discovered that one shared experience the inmates  write about is that Campbell’s mythic narratives as well as his own reflections in Hero have given them a story in which to place their own woundedness within a larger frame. One student was attracted to Campbell before we began working together, through the Bill Moyers’ series, The Power of Myth. The  course offering, he said, created an opportunity to explore Campbell further through guidance from the course’s structure and my writing meditations they responded to. But more importantly, many wrote that what they sought was a purpose in prison that the Hero as well as other courses encouraged and helped shape in them.

Resentment, hostility, a sustained anger and feeling out of control—all emotions that placed some of my students in prison initially--yielded to a search for meaning through rekindling a spiritual life they had left behind, or exploring the practice of Buddhism, or attending recovery programs on addiction. In their essays they expressed how Campbell’s stages in the hero’s journey illuminated their own histories wherein they either refused an earlier calling, or had listened to and assented to their revised calling within the confines of prison life. Readings in the Hero volume validated many of their choices.

One student in particular wrote of how his inability to forgive himself and others who misled him in life resulted in his imprisonment. He used the language of being turned into a monster through his unforgiving attitude. Reading Campbell, he saw with increased clarity his life path and realized that he could reauthor the plot of his story by using the stages of the hero’s journey: Departure, Initiation and Return. This template tempered his behavior and moderated his outbursts in prison.

Most dramatic, however, were those who admitted that Campbell’s authentic and compassionate prose softened them and taught them to write more deeply about their own self-annihilation and recovery. They also found meaningful parallels between the 12-step programs of recovery and Campbell’s stages of the hero’s journey. One student phrased it this way: “working with the 12-step program and Buddhist teachings, along with Campbell’s insights, helped me understand myself better and to live in a more peaceful, healthy direction.”

On one assignment I asked: “Where in your own life have you found yourself following the pattern Campbell lays out in “Departure, Initiation, Return?” Their profound, insightful and authentic responses to this mythical pattern opened each of them to their own personal myth. In a word that Campbell uses often in his writing, they discovered “correspondences” with their own story.

I in turn realized more fully how myths can be aspirational by offering students an ancient narrative that they grasped as universal but lived out with great personal particularity. Some mentioned that they were learning to write with more clarity as a result of studying Campbell’s own style of expression, especially his humanity and ability to connect to them.   

Writing on the hero archetype consistently  affirmed  their change in life direction and reinforced their transformed life’s purpose. Two of them wrote that initially they reluctantly attended an AA meeting. Now they host them. One discovered that he had talents as an artist; he sent me one of his paintings to share this newly-found form of personal expression. 

From this rich set of experiences, assisted directly by Campbell’s classic work, I became more aware of the power of myth to incite explorations into one’s own venture.  I have also noticed that, yes, they are incarcerated-- some for life--but they are no longer imprisoned. By this I mean that imprisonment feeds the victim archetype, but within incarceration they located a level of freedom that sustains them. Incarceration is physical while imprisonment is psychological and mythic. Through reading and writing on sections of the Hero image, they envisioned their own narratives in a different, more complex light. Some remarked that in prison they found a level of freedom never experienced before, in part because they felt they had reclaimed parts of themselves heretofore buried.   

While meditating on their personal myth, prompted by Campbell’s insights, they expressed how they discovered their basic goodness, that the mistakes they made, often accompanied by substance abuse, no longer defined them. They ceased totalizing their identity with their crime.  Several admitted that assisting others in prison has gifted their lives with joy and a more generous direction. The Hero’s journey affirmed and further supported their own life’s direction, a greater self-awareness and the value of being in service to others. 

Incarcerated, they nonetheless stepped out of their cocoon of self-imprisonment in anger and resentment. One student admitted that he began once more to love who he is and to connect with others in similar compassionate ways. This latter may be the most valuable consequence of their development and  several faces of the hero played an instrumental role in achieving such self-acceptance. 

The Power of the Personal: Flight of the Wild Gander

This essay originally appeared in the Joseph Campbell Foundation’s Myth Blast in February 2021 and appears here with their permission. Contact Joseph Campbell Foundation.

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Anytime I read, and especially reread, Joseph Campbell’s books, I feel like I am in a personal conversation with a priest, a confessor, one who understands the need for the transcendent in our lives and is prepared to point me in the right direction. I think this feeling emerges because Campbell’s storytelling gene is part of all of his utterances, but especially when he works a concept by morphing it into a narrative.

In this collection of essays he states his purpose as shaman and guide: “to lift the veil, so to say,  of the that Goddess of the ancient temple of Sais,” who confirmed for all time, “no one has lifted my veil” (xi). This metaphor is one of the constants of Campbell’s entire heroic writer’s journey, to enter that terrain where the veil thinly separates the phenomenal world from the treasures of the mythic structures that support it. Bird and Goddess, flight and veil, oscillate and communicate throughout the essays. The wild gander is a rich metaphor for “Hindu master yogis” who in their trance states go beyond all the pales of thought and are best known as “hamsas and paramhamsas: “’wild ganders’ and “’supreme wild ganders’” (134). This and other comments brought me years ago to write a piece on “Joseph Campbell: Irish Mystic.”

Such an image serves as a still point in a rotating circle of themes, but the one I find most captivating is that of “brahman-atman, the ultimate transcendent yet immanent ground of all being” in order to make possible the yogi “passing from the sphere of waking consciousness. . .to the unconditioned, nondual state ‘between two thoughts,’ where the subject-object polarity is completely transcended. . .” (135).

The mythic motif Campbell spirals back to repeatedly is the quest for the crack, the gap, the thin membrane that allowed him to glimpse and discern the symbolic, transcendent nature of the world winking back at us with not a little seduction, through the mask of the sensate realm of the human and world body in their fragility and mystery. Such is one of the many masks of gods that reveal the yearned-for archetypal compost of myth.

Follow Campbell’s thought like one starving for nutrients would track the thin line of bread crumbs that, if followed with humility and curiosity, will lead one to this realm of mystery, while feeding one’s soul in the process. One of his constant nutritious repasts harbored the belief that myths allow us to move as-if in a transport vehicle from the sensate order to one where we become transparent to transcendence. The veil lifts ever-so-slightly in this moment of meaning, but not before, as he points out throughout his writings, having the rich human experience; the residue or after-burn, is meaning-making.

I have sensed, as have other reader-lovers of Campbell’s work, that his rich mythodology is syncretistic, gathering and clustering, then clarifying the connective tissue between disciplines to uncover the vast complexity of the human and world psyche in their arcing towards unity. He is both hunter and gatherer, spanning centuries of development in human evolution.

Which persuades us to glance with double vision at both myth and history, one inside the other, one connecting and transforming the other. We might, in Campbellian fashion, play with our own metaphor at the end here. Here is my image: the invisible lining of a jacket or coat is what I would call history’s inner myth; it gives shape and contour to the outer sleeve, which is history itself. Yes, the sleeve can be turned inside-out to reveal the hidden myth and that is part of Campbell’s mode of excavation: he turns the sleeve inside-out in order to explore the mystery outlining history. Ok, not quite a veil, but certainly another form of fabric-ation.

Nor can myths be divorced from the inventions and discoveries of the time in which they surface. Myths, on the contrary, I sense in Campbell, survive by accommodating such discoveries, especially those of science. This discipline has knocked down the walls “from around all mythologies—every single one of them—by the findings and works of modern scientific discovery” (81).

And then the wild gander takes flight once again to accommodate the new mythic template. Let it not land too quickly.

Remembering Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Published in the “Opinion” page of the Herald-Zeitung, March 4, 2021.

Who and what we choose individually or as a nation to remember reveals our own character. One of those being remembered today is the “Beat Poet” Lawrence Ferlinghetti, who died Monday, February 22nd. in San Francisco at the age of 101. As a poet, he revolutionized what poetry can sound like and what subject matters it might expand the boundaries of what had been expressed in poetry before him.

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He is also remembered for co-founding one of the most famous bookstores in the United States and beyond: The City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco. It became a gathering center for artists and writers where ideas were debated, expanded and made to feel important for the life of a culture. In 1953, the year of its founding, it became the first all-paperback bookstore, selling quality books at reasonable prices. In 1955 Ferlinghetti inaugurated “The City Lights Pocket Poets Series” to encourage people to read poetry for enjoyment and insights into being a human being.

Of course Ferlinghetti was writing and thinking and being an activist outside the pocket or pocketbook of conventional mores. As an homage to him published on the website of City Lights states: “His curiosity was unbounded, and his enthusiasm was infectious.” His energy was also directed to publishing fellow Beat poets like William S. Burroughs and Jack Kerouac, whose famous title, On the Road became a national classic in an era of restlessness. But publishing Allen Ginsburg’s famous “Howl” brought Ferlinghetti heated charges of indecency because sex and drugs were part of the poem’s subject matter.

He was later cleared in court and brought to the fore the sticky subject of censorship. It became one of his causes, right up there with commenting on social ills and mass corruption. He and his fellow poets were writing at a time of social upheaval by questioning the status quo; his and their poems pushed deeper into the American fabric to expose topics that were considered forbidden to discuss publicly. https://www.cnn.com/style/article/poet-lawrence-ferlinghetti-death/index.html

Born in Yonkers, New York in 1919, he eventually found his way to the West Coast and to a more relaxed and tolerant cultural terrain. He arrived there in 1951 and admitted: “When I arrived in San Francisco in 1951 I was wearing a beret. If anything I was the last of the bohemians rather than first of the beats.” He had over time, formed the idea of “poetry as insurgent art.”

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His most famous collection of poems a generation kept close by in our college years, was A Coney Island of the Mind (1958). From it, the article above included these lines from one of its poems:

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don’t mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don’t sing
all the time

In 1987 my friend Tim and I drove from Dallas up to North Texas State University to hear Ferlinghetti. Read? It was more like a performance. One of the poems that has stayed with me, one that has become most loved by many, is
“I Am Waiting.” It is too lengthy to publish, but this is its second-to-last stanza:

I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am awaiting retribution
for what America did   
to Tom Sawyer   
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting   
for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at a final disarmament conference
in a new rebirth of wonder

The Fact of Myth and the Myth of Fact

Is there something more than conspiracy theories that deny facts and with them, historical reality, loose in our culture today? We have seen the erosion, if not the demeaning, of facts in the past four years, often substituted by theories, hunches, and fantasies riding hard over facts.

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I returned to a book I had read 32 years ago to search out why this new phenomenon’s popularity by so many: the physicist and former president of The University of Dallas, Donald Cowan’s profound study, Unbinding Prometheus: Education for the Coming Age (1988) for a historical perspective.

If we allow that a myth, personal or collective, consists of a world view, understood as a mixture of values, beliefs, opinions, thoughts, feelings, ideas, that give our lives both coherence and meaning, then myths are organic entities that have a fluidity about them and can change, migrate and even be replaced by new revisions and editions of what we believe. Our myths are the stories we tell ourselves in order to support a particular way of processing what we loosely call Reality. I offer this short description to introduce what Cowan considers “the myth of fact,” which he suggested then is “the prevailing myth of the modern age.”  

This myth had a long run in the imagination of the West, lasting, he claims, about 400 years. Its foundation was a “rational structure erected on facts,” and gave authority to facts over opinions, beliefs, hunches and intuitions about what was true. He is clearer about its dynamics when he writes: “a fact, we should remember, is a phenomenon taken as truth—a communal event, not a subjective awareness or an article of faith.” With the rise and acceptance of this myth, the world that could be observed, its phenomenal reality verifiable, “assumed a reality not subject to bias.”

The power and authority of facts were engendered by their capacity to measure, at times predict, what might be based squarely on what is. “Measurement was its instrument,” Cowan writes, and in time this quality became more accurate and precise. Science itself became the new benchmark for understanding the world through its ability to measure it. It became the go-to mythology to settle what is most approximate to truth.

At one point in history, the assumption was that the myth of fact would remain in authority for an unlimited period of time. And it has, up to the current moment in history; no longer are we communally able to believe in its old authority, when “even in crisis we do give authority over to facts beyond their immediate demands.” No one political, economic or religious group engendered this move away from fact and towards more outlandish fantasies; the erosion of facts began, Cowan reveals, with the development of Theoretical Physics, including The Uncertainty Principle (1927) the Theory of Relativity (1905) and other new beliefs that showed that the world was not able to be understood in all its multiplicity and mystery by facts alone.

Why is this worth understanding? Because the erosion of the myth of fact did not originate with the last administration sowing discord through fabrications of the real. Or the current sideways thinking that populates the conspiracy matrix today, although it encouraged such aberrations. Myths by their nature, seem not to show their shifting tectonic plates until an earthquake, big or small, rises to the surface to shake us all from our moorings, pleasing some and panicking others.

We are now nationally and globally between myths that will continue to effect the entire species. What do the pandemics of viruses and pandemics of thought and beliefs have to teach us today? I believe that the new myth can be seen in the folds and creases of both of these, as well as in the powerful movements towards a more just world. Watch these events for the new myth to emerge, perhaps the Myth of a More Just Equilibrium.

The Decent Society: A Way Forward

Published in New Braunfels’ Herald-Zeitung January 2021.

In the wake of the moving and heart-stirring Inauguration were planted the seeds of a new level of integration of our disparate and at time desperate parts of our national soul. It stirred a memory in me, of a book I had begun reading some time ago that inspired me then. I retrieved it from my bookshelf and picked up where I had left off: Rabbi Avishai Margalit’s The Decent Society. The word “decent” has meant, in its origins, “tasteful,” “proper,” “becoming,” “to be fitting or suitable.” Decency claims a right-ful place in any society, especially deeply-afflicted ones.

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Margalit reveals that “a decent society is one that does not humiliate or wrest self-control from its weakest members.” To humiliate or demean another, he claims, is “a painful evil.” A decent society “does not injure the civic honor belonging to it.” In such a society, there are no second-class citizens—those who have been shoveled to the margins, whose relative absence of power and position are used against them for personal or corporate gain. How leaders of a people decide to discriminate “in the distribution of goods and services is a form of humiliation.”

We can and have, as a people today, deny selected others “civic privileges,” and by doing so, keep them in place as we have defined their assignment.

What keeps or retards a society from becoming more decent—and perhaps the goal of democracy is less to “form a more perfect union” but to form a more decent union in which all are given opportunities to rise to their most gratifying potentials.

My sense today is that we have at this critical crossroads, this threshold in the political swing of things, a chance to decide whether to stay secure in our silos of sour hearts and prejudiced persuasions, or to engage with all of our talents and innate decencies to enrich the lives and spirits of all of us, for a change, in order to change. Dreams we hold can become nightmares that hold us—back from using the pandemic, economic and psychological crises we are entangled in, to create something new, not desecrate the human possibilities we are.

Allowing ourselves to be inspirited by new attitudes towards our noble natures and at least acknowledge the darkness that resides in each of us, known or not, can lead to leaving our guns at home, both the literal guns we own and the metaphorical guns we aim at others because they differ from us. My poem below is an attempt to express this desire:

Leave Your Gun At Home

Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough.
—George Washington Carver

If you wish to see the other in
you striding beside your shadow
Leave your gun at home.
If you desire friendship with a stranger
in conversing on topics you share
Leave your gun at home.
If you seek in the folds of a friendship
the virtues of acceptance love and warmth
in the oven of meetings
Leave your gun at home.
If when driving, walking, talking
or teaching
you seek an open response to all
you profess
Leave your gun at home.
For in the pistol’s presence and the
bullets that zing from your mouth
and the full chambers of your heart
and the hammer of a quick response
full of leaden love
and the trigger of a twisted phrase
The other dies in front of you because
in your scattered hail of reports
You brought your gun from home.

Belief's Power and Fragility

Published in New Braunfels’ Herald-Zeitung January 22-23, 2021.

What has surfaced and demanded attention in this period of our national history is the crisis of belief. I was impressed with Jim Sohan’s letter in “Voices” (Dec. 12-13, 5-A) in the Herald Zeitung, “Time to Stop Being Silent.” Referencing fledgling democracies in the world, he wrote: “The foundation of those democratic institutions is the belief of the public that elections are free and fair. . . .” Belief as foundation, belief as base line. We have a natural impulse or instinct to believe in something. Why? Is a fascinating question.

It seems, in the period we are slogging through today, that a belief rests less on its being true than on its level of emotional value and persuasion for an individual or a people. Whatever each of us accumulates in our storehouses of beliefs will in fact shape the story we live by. In other words, our personal narrative, regardless of how much or little we reflect on it, is an amalgam of what we believe, sense, intuit, assume, accept, and reject about what we loosely call “reality.” The efficacy of a belief is highlighted most often by how much affect or emotional response it elicits from its adherents.

When any of our beliefs calcify into an ideology that “this is the truth,” rather than “this is my perception of what is true,” then out of that stance often arises resentments, denials,  and violent responses to what others have settled on what is true for them. Acceptance, or even tolerance of another’s angle on “reality,” transports us in a different direction.

Things become more complex when the phenomenon of fact is introduced into the argument over what is true. In his insightful book on revising education, Unbinding Prometheus: Education for the Coming Age, physicist Donald Cowan writes of “the myth of fact,” which he claims has been “the prevailing myth of the modern age.” Fair enough. But he then points out an historical move that I think may be responsible for the conspiracy theories enjoying a heyday today.

He suggests that the myth of fact shifted in the early Renaissance [14th century Italy] in a substantial way: “In it the observable objects of the world came to exist in their own right. Rather than taking their meaning from a context. . . in order to participate in a larger reality, facts began to be considered the unchallengeable substance of life. . ..”

What evolved has come down to us as “facts speak for themselves.” They can be measured and verified and trusted as entities to believe in. But we have entered a different mode of our relationship to facts. “Fact-checking” has become necessary to counter the dizzy world of “alternative facts.” Facts are then weakened in their ability for many to believe in.

When facts lose their contexts, their veracity diminishes; facts in large measure help us to construct our narratives that shape our identities. But if facts are relativized, so at its core is reality itself. If individuals and groups or nations are no longer certain what or who to believe in, their identity as a coherent and cohesive body with shared senses of purpose and ideals to pursue are orphaned.

May the new year allow us to find a tolerant, accepting level of accommodation for one another as we struggle through the pandemic and the pandemonium of our recent past in order to forge a future we can all believe. Through communal generosity we can retrieve it. Only then can we each participate in a shared myth that bequeaths us a formed set of facts to embrace as our image of the real.

A Mythic Crossroads: Which Will We Choose?

Published in New Braunfels’ Herald-Zeitung December 12-13, 2020.

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So many of us are trying to make sense of what has ensued after the election, but little of the discussion has implicated what a mythic shift in consciousness is taking place. Think for a moment of the power of myth in this illustration by mythologist Sam Keen: “A myth can make a cow sacred in one culture and hamburger meat in another.” Same animal,  yet very different beliefs surrounding our bovine friends.

In this sense, democracy is a myth, namely, not a lie, as some claim, but rather a set of values and beliefs and attitudes that express a relationship between the individual, the society one lives within, and the larger environment. Simply put, a myth is what we choose to believe in that gives our life coherence, if not meaning and purpose. A life without a myth is a life without meaning. But the myth we live in often remains underground, out of sight, but still very influential in shaping what we think and what we do. Until the myth is challenged, attacked or attempted to be erased. That is where we are today.

Our myth of a democratic society is shaped by three documents: The Constitution, the Preamble to The Declaration of Independence and the Declaration itself, which is our most forceful myth statement. These documents state the myth that shaped our democracy. Within them are listed a set of “rights” but with these rights it seems that attached to them are certain responsibilities. One without the other is ineffectual if one wishes to maintain and defend the myth. As with personal myths held by each of us, there is this larger national myth that breeds coherence, a sense of unity and belonging, and national purpose. If we treasure the myth that reflects us, we will each do our part to maintain it. If we fracture and divide into camps, the myth will lose its cohering power. The written documents that grew originally from its inception gave shape and form to the myth. It also connects us to history—so an intimate correlation  exists between history and mythology; they are partners.

As mythologist Joseph Campbell asserted, myths grow from the imagination itself. “It has to do with how you live your life, and to connect what’s seems true to actual lived experience.” I think his observation is valid on both individual and collective levels. They put us in touch with what is beyond us, what we aspire to and instill in us the energy needed to approximate it. Voting, for example, is a  ritual, by which we embody and act on the myth that has defined us.

But today it seems that the myth of democracy, with its mysterious and fragile core element of human freedom, is being challenged by the myth of individualism. Campbell believes this latter myth is fine so long as people realize that they “are representing something” that one “is still the agent of something and [they are] a presence. But when the individual is acting only for himself or for his family. . . then you have nothing but chaos.”

The point here is that any political figure especially, is a representative of some ideal or vision beyond themselves. When that collapses in a democracy, then any person who has been elected by the people for the best interests of the people turns inward to use that position to satisfy personal appetites; under such stress the  democratic myth may need a respirator to survive. Such personal appetites violate the myth that put them in office to serve something well beyond themselves, something transcendent—the life principle of the people who elected them.    

Commentary: How We Can Harness and Share Compassion

For the San Antonio Express-News, November 25, 2020

The word “compassion” entered the fringes of social discourse years ago and has now moved closer to the center of discussion for many. Etymologically, its history reaches back to ancient periods. In Greek, “compassion” had its origin in the noun “patient,” or “one who suffers.” It is also connected to “patiens,” from the Greek “paskhein,” “to suffer.”

In the biblical sense, compassion means “someone else’s heartbreak becomes your heartbreak.” In Latin, as well, it carries the same sense of getting out of one’s own preoccupations and placing the other before one’s self.

I recall hearing the word gathering steam when the biblical scholar Karen Armstrong gave a national TED talk in 2008 on compassion. She then convened a group of global religious and lay individuals to begin a Charter for Compassion in 2009. Her request in the talk included the following: “I wish that you would help with the creation, launch and propagation of a Charter for Compassion, crafted by a group of leading inspirational thinkers from the three Abrahamic traditions of Judaism, Christianity and Islam and based on the fundamental principles of universal justice and respect.”

From that initial establishment of a global initiative she wrote and published what is becoming a classic text on compassion: “Twelve Steps to a Compassionate Life.” Resonating, of course, earlier 12-step recovery programs that have helped millions heal from addictions, resentments, prejudices and other afflictions that narrow our worldview and often keep compassion at bay.

The steps range from “The First Step: Learn About Compassion” to “The Twelfth Step: Love Your Enemies.” I found “The Third Step: Compassion for Yourself” particularly enlightening. She quotes Rabbi Albert Friedlander, who grew up in Nazi Germany and as a child was confused “by the vicious anti-Semitic propaganda” that pervaded the atmosphere of that moment in history. What his experiences taught Armstrong is “if you cannot love yourself, you cannot love other people either.”

Recently, the 30th Anniversary Edition of Maureen Murdock’s The Heroine’s Journey was revised and republished. It has been translated into 14 languages. I was pleased with how often the word “compassion” was a part of her discussion of women who had never allowed themselves to step out from the shadows of a controlling mother or a “father’s daughter” role. When she relates what a powerful experience she had participating in a five-day retreat for high school seniors, she concludes: “The compassion we experienced together will enable each one of us to move closer to understanding diversity, rather than being threatened by it.”

More recently, one of the leaders of a current “men’s movement,” writer and retreat leader Clay Boykin, a former Marine Corps artillery officer and a former Park Avenue executive, told me he suffered a heart attack several years ago. That crisis pushed him to re-evaluate his life and make a decision about his purpose: to explore the compassionate male. His 2018 book, Circles of Men: A Counter-Intuitive Approach to Creating Men’s Groups, creates a template for the development of the Men’s Fellowship Network, which is based on a particular model that has had the most success of the many he researched. He bases his book’s structure on what he calls “The Twelve Secrets.”

The first secret: “Language Matters—Be mindful of how you speak about your circle and within it.” The 12th secret: “Transformation—It is what seekers are seeking.” Throughout his insightful ideas about forming men’s groups, he urges compassion be shown by each man to every other man in the retreat circle. Vulnerability is, Boykin writes, “the greatest obstacle to man’s spiritual growth,” so compassion is always in the center of the circle when men gather.

The interest and effectiveness of practicing compassion continue to grow personally, communally and politically.

Does All Learning Have to be Useful?

Published in the New Braunfels’ Herald-Zeitung, November 21-22, 2020.

Two of our particularly American myths are: the economic myth and the myth of utility or usefulness. The conventional wisdom is that students enroll in higher education programs with the aim of finding suitable employment. Such an attitude, such a mythic understanding of “learning for the sake of earning” has been imbedded deeply into our belief system. But learning was not always inflected along that rather narrow corridor, however valuable it is.

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A recent publication challenges these baked-in beliefs: Lost in Thought: The Hidden Pleasures of an Intellectual Life (2020) which is certain to stir controversy. It is one signal of the success of a book if it can do so. Its author, Zena Hitz, winner of The Hiett Prize offered by the Dallas Institute for promising young scholars in the humanities, teaches in the great books program at St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland. At one point she became so disillusioned with higher education that she retreated from it and entered a monastery for three years. There she carefully reevaluated her thinking about the deeper values of why we learn, beyond job acquisition and economics.         

In one of her chapters, “Learning, Leisure, and Happiness,” she poses two fundamental questions asked by few: “What does learning look like, stripped of its trappings of fame, prestige, fortune, and social use? In other words, how is it good for its own sake, because of its effect on the learner rather than because of its outward results?” Reading good books in many fields, from the ancients’ exploration of what makes us human in all of our complexity, to more contemporary works in philosophy, theology, mathematics, literature and politics, can open us to the deeper dimensions of who we are as unique human beings in a culture that is more comfortable with consuming, striving for more and greater, and seeking the new and latest for a variety of reasons.

Not many educators that I have known or read have made the claim offered by Hitz; she unabashedly claims that learning, which is one of the deepest instincts in our species, has the capacity to generate joy. To learn, is to learn to enjoy being ourselves, being human and most importantly, learning the art of reflection on our life’s journey. One condition that helps to promote these features is, of course, being willing for brief periods of time to be in solitude, which is not the same as being lonely. Being busy often keeps this tendency or need at a safe distance. In my own life, to embrace solitude is the only place from which I can think and write. Then, being with others is actually more, not less, joyful.

Chapter 3, “The Uses of Uselessness,” offers a counter-myth  when so much in our lives is measured and valued to the degree that it has “use.” Here she addresses a modern trend--the idea that learning for its own sake and joy, has “been traded for learning for social utility, for the sake of ‘making a difference.’” Yet, not without irony, the notion of learning as useless carries with it a use: “the value of intellectual life lies in its broadening and deepening of our humanity. . . [which] begins in the readers’ or the inquirers’ deep engagement with learning, their assumption of their responsibility of being transformed by what they learn, . . .”

Hitz’s inspiring study resists the threadbare slogan in academe that studying the humanities promotes critical thinking. While not wrong, it is too narrow. Hitz suggests that learning can transform the individual, which is itself a form of social activism, so that learning more deeply about who one truly is can have profound and positive effects on the society at large.

A Sampling of Essay Titles for a New Collection of Writing

Mything Links: The Subtle Wisdom of Stories

Or

Give Them Names: Tapping the Wellsprings of Myth

Not sure which way to go with the title; still fluid.

I am using this critical time of the Covid Virus spread to create a new volume of essays. Some of them have been published in journals and in newspapers as Op-Ed pieces; others have been delivered at conferences or on-line but have not bee published; others were written to be delivered but the event was cancelled. Some are earlier film and book reviews that I particularly like. A few consist of multiple pages of notes I took in order to write an article on the topic but never returned to them. Now is the right time to turn the notes into a coherent essay.

I thought you might like to read a few of the titles.

Part I:  untitled

“Tender Mercies and the Quest for Wholeness.” Film review

The Lighthouse: Prosperos’ Playground.” Film Review

“Moby-Dick as Figure in the Field: Mythmaking as Soul-Saving.”

“Envy’s Corrosive Consequences: Dante’s Purgatorio.”

“Riting Myth: Spiral and Memory.”

The Things They Carried: Notes on the Nature of Story.” Compiled notes on Tim O’Brien’s record of his experiences in Vietnam.

“Reading and the Mythopoeic Imagination.”

 Part II: untitled

“Poetics of Myth.”

“Temenos of Imagination: Classroom as Sacred Surprise.”

“Peace is an Attitude: Seeing into the Invisibles.”

“From Resentment to Love.”

“Pornography Does Not Stop with Sexploitation.”

“Being Certain About Uncertainty.”

The total number of essays will be 24, give-or-take a couple. Currently the manuscript, which I will begin to compile, edit and rewrite now that I have the chosen essays, is 314 pp. I include in that a Foreword by yet-to-be-determined and a short Introduction by me.

I have never spoken about a book of mine in progress, but Toni D’Anca convinced me that it would be of interest to some who visit my website. I trust Toni’s instincts without reservations, so here it is.

If any of you is interested in letting me know what of the two titles listed above has more appeal, I would love to hear from you. Titles are tricky and essential to get right, as any of you know who has written an essay, a poem, a dissertation, a published book or a painting or photograph. Titles set the tone for what is to come, so I welcome your opinion.

Many thanks for taking a look. I am glad that I am posting this now for your consideration. Many blessings to you all.

Conversation in a Digital Age: The Core of Civilization

Reading the following title made me pause and think about the power of the cell phone: Reclaiming Conversation: The Power of Talk in a Digital Age by Sherry Turkle. Published in 2016, her research and discoveries are astonishing and even more relevant today. Working with young people in schools, she has measured how texting, emails, and other technological means of communication have lowered the level of empathy one feels for another and others. The smart phone, she believes, has altered not only behavior with one another, but the prospect of intimacy itself. Smart phones sit at the dinner table and restaurants like an additional guest, face- up, ready to be pounced on when it rings or buzzes; fear of boredom is the major player among 18-24 year olds, Turkle has discovered, so the computer or cell phone is the instant escape from solitude, being alone or feeling bored, isolated, and left out. It is also the default corridor to escape conversation.

Her research reveals that the technology we lionize is also the technology that can silence us, especially in muffling conversation, either on the phone or face-to-face. Her subjects tell her that they would rather text someone than talk to them directly. Fear of “not getting it right” is the main reason offered for not wanting to have a conversation with another: one might say something and get it wrong. There is no time to edit or to control the communication when it is “live.” She uses the image that far from conversing more, we connect more; connection overrides conversing;  consequently, we can find ourselves in a “technological cockpit,” isolated from any ideas, notions, feelings or beliefs that do not agree with our own. Conversation, real conversing, throws one into ambiguity, into a place where ideas take on their own life, and are less controllable and at times less agreeable.  But the trade-off can also lead to new insights and realizations not considered before. Giving up controlling process or outcomes is essential.

She insists that there is hope in retrieving conversation, which is directly linked to civilization. Civilization brings up its beginning word, civility. Bullying, Turkle suggests, especially on-line bullying, may be experiencing such an acceleration because one does not see the other person’s reactions, his/her feelings, or the trauma incited.  Empathy is erased or sharply abridged by technology because the other person is not present in an embodied way, nor can their emotions be experienced.

Conversation moves in another direction: it promotes intimacy and uncertainty; in conversation one is not fighting to be right or to win, but to understand the point of view of another and one’s own, more fully.  “Face-to-face conversation unfolds slowly. It teaches patience. We attend to tone and nuance. When we communicate on our digital devices, however, we learn different habits…. We dumb down our communications, even on the most important matters. And we become accustomed to a life of constant interruption” (p. 35) that allows only the briefest of sound-bytes. Conversation needs duration and durability. Real conversation, not passing information back and forth, can serve as “a crucible for discovery” (p. 37). Ideas “come from speaking.” What matters most in conversation is risky. “The thrill of “risky talk” comes from being in the presence of and in close connection to your listener.” One gives up control and allows ideas to have their own way, to see where they lead, and what connections might be stirred in the crucible of time and duration, not in the pauses between constant interruption.

Turkle’s research reveals that the average adult checks his/her phone every 6.5 minutes; teenagers send an average of 100 texts per day. 80% sleep with their phones and will check them when they roll over during a night’s sleep; 44% never unplug from their devices” (p. 42). My guess is that these stats are far too conservative today, 2020. The behavior is both compulsive and addictive. Instead of spurning interruptions, we then tend to welcome them to keep the wolf of boredom at bay.

Stillness is eliminated; solitude turns to loneliness and terrifies; we multi-task and concentrate on something for only a few minutes or even seconds. Our lives can easily become scattered and so full of busyness that at the end of the day we are left with little to reflect on; in fact, reflection, a first cousin to conversation, seems a lost art. The end result is a shallow and incomplete sense of who we even are as a person. One may feel a growing dread of living an incoherent life.

Perhaps more than a little of the brutality we see today in human interactions is a direct mirroring of how technology is insisting and training us how to relate to one another.

Nonetheless, Turkle remains hopeful; she believes we can reclaim conversation, and with it an earlier form of intimacy, community and basic human respect for one another’s point of view without necessarily acquiescing to it. Listening is often enough because the other feels heard. Shrill attacks on what another thinks or believes reduces our humanness and with it, civilization itself is dealt a wounding blow. True conversation is one of those rare win-win human delights. Not winners and losers.

Facing Our Fears: Pan, the Pandemic and Politics

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The god Pan in Greek mythology is a curious deity. As a loner in the mountains of Greece, he spent his time seducing the nymphs of the forest and generally alarming and terrifying folks living on farms, villages and cities. Because he was not often seen, his howlings and growlings disturbed all those who heard him; he was the great disruptor of ordinary life from family to nations. Whenever we feel collectively an overwhelming sense of fear, of threat, of vulnerability, whether it be to our values, our beliefs or our way of life, our first instinct may well be to panic. Then our shields go up.

Fear, a cousin, or maybe brother to panic, can also be a corrosive presence to our thinking and responding to what threatens. I have been thinking of how much the stories we are hearing today are mainly fear-based and stoked often by mis, dis, and wrong information. In-formation may easily coalesce into fear-formation, with responses to it being seemingly senseless acts of violence. Both panic and fear are forms of terrorism in themselves and cultivate responses often devoid of reason or even calm common sense.

I returned to a book that a former professor of mine wrote years ago: Robert Sardello’s Freeing the Soul From Fear (1999). It could have been published yesterday, for the conditions that incite fear are universal and timeless. We often don’t think about being afraid as an opportunity for self-reflection personal growth, but Robert does. Let me share a few of his insights about Fear, an emotion that vibrates around us intensely today.

When Fear becomes one of the major stories in our lives, we may begin to live a decentered life; we are pulled out of ourselves in fear.

Retreating to prejudices is one common way that individuals deal with Fear. The word “prejudice” means to pre-judge, to judge without facts or correct information. It is a comforting place to retreat to in the face of being afraid.

Fear exposes each of us to judgements that can, in times of calm, be seen as irrational and disconnected from the reality we feared, and can actually feed the furnace of Fear burning within us.

Fear disturbs the flexible boundary between me and the world.

From Robert’s observation above, I would add that Fear makes us rigid, self-enclosed, an insulated system that feeds on its own toxic juices.

If we approach Fear by hoping to stop it through external means alone, we are probably using the wrong tools. Some deeper response must come from within us.

As Robert understands it, the soul needs time to take things in; it cannot be hurried. When bombarded with one sequence of events after another, with little depth or understanding accompanying it, then Fear enters us and becomes its own tyrant, stoking itself into greater control over our thinking.

Fear creates a disposition towards obsessions, compulsions and other forms of non-reflective thoughts and actions. They in turn dull consciousness and the ability to reflect.

What might be an antidote to a fear-based individual or culture? Robert suggests several. He believes that the human imagination itself is a moral force, one which can free us from a Fear-based pattern of reacting and begin to respond with compassion and love, first for oneself. Developing an inner silence while observing the outer world can also cultivate a calm understanding attitude that takes the wind out of Fear’s sails.

Cultivating as well a spirit of patience, waiting, and receptivity can begin to counteract the urges of our instincts and passions. Thought is an antidote to the impulses of the instincts and compassion is an antibody to our passions.