Beautiful, Kate. For whatever primordial reasons, it seems that perhaps the core structural difficulty of this life is that the mind is restless and intractable, and the compulsion to wrestle it down to our liking is equally restless and intractable, resulting so often in an unpleasant stalemate, an unpleasant sense of division, incompleteness, not-here-ness. For me, literary acts like the ones you share are healing in the sense that they are whole-ing. They create a moment of indivisibility to be in. Thanks.
Thank you, Pat. Your description of “a moment of indivisibility to be in” gets really close to something I hope the writing can do.
Yes, I recognize something in what you’re describing about the struggle. Seeing something clearly doesn’t necessarily make any of what's seen easier, but sometimes it removes a layer of struggle that was being added to what was already happening.
Beautiful, Kate. For whatever primordial reasons, it seems that perhaps the core structural difficulty of this life is that the mind is restless and intractable, and the compulsion to wrestle it down to our liking is equally restless and intractable, resulting so often in an unpleasant stalemate, an unpleasant sense of division, incompleteness, not-here-ness. For me, literary acts like the ones you share are healing in the sense that they are whole-ing. They create a moment of indivisibility to be in. Thanks.
Thank you, Pat. Your description of “a moment of indivisibility to be in” gets really close to something I hope the writing can do.
Yes, I recognize something in what you’re describing about the struggle. Seeing something clearly doesn’t necessarily make any of what's seen easier, but sometimes it removes a layer of struggle that was being added to what was already happening.
All the best, Kate
Nice. A hall of mirrors, isn't it?
Yes, Walt Whitman's multitudes have been coming to mind too. :)