During my long unplanned sabbatical just now, I had the privilege of going on a true Spring Break expedition with my spouse and one of my sisters. It was as close to a perfect holiday as any I’ve enjoyed, but there were enough imperfections lurking on the periphery of my consciousness to keep me grounded. Food for thought is everywhere, if I’m willing and able to partake of it. The road trip south from our north-Texas home to Texas hill country provided plenty of highway time to remind me with its proliferation of roadside signs and billboards that everybody has an opinion they would be happy to make me—or dare me not to—share. This, in turn, renewed my awareness of the current Presidential candidates’ campaigning, and in further turns, of how the American penchant for debate and individual thinking has moved further and further toward the hinterlands of sheeple-think, demagoguery, and hate speech. I wanted to think of nothing more serious than wildflower peeping, lounging about, and enjoying the quiet of being a slight distance from the cacophony of daily life at home, but the signs sprouting like weeds threatened at times to choke even the hardiest of wildflowers.
Maybe I was just tired at the beginning of the trip, unwilling to do the work of steering my own thoughts elsewhere.
About the time when I’d determined to put that depressing junk aside, I was reminded by some truly spectacular scenery we happened to find that troubles are everywhere. The three of us are masters at getting fruitfully lost, going off with little plan or direction, only to pass through and end up in really magical spots time and again. A side road that caught my partner’s eye landed us unexpectedly on the banks of the Blanco river in Wimberley, where last year’s flood had smashed through and chewed the valley to kindling, taking homes and lives with it. I was admiring the once-again clear and sweet waters and only diffidently wondering at the odd toothpick-scape on their flanks when it finally dawned on me just where we were.
This is our life on earth, this constant juxtaposition of impression and reality, of the beautiful and the ugly and the beautiful yet again. I thought again of the bullying, anger-fueled tone of the signage and the politics it represented from all sides, and remembered that the present is not really so much worse or better than the past, one point of view not so patently more or less perfect than another, as it is our willingness to look more clearly and carefully and patiently at what is around us and even, if we are truly courageous, to learn from it all and admit to our imperfections both before and after.
Anu Garg, master of that delightful etymological publication empire Wordsmith, has an email-subscription publication called A.Word.A.Day, where I get to learn, along with the multitude of other subscribers and visitors, the origins and meanings of marvelous words and how shape, and are shaped by, our existence. Every AWAD post ends with a Thought for Today, and these are as scintillating and demanding and fulfilling as the rich tillage of the language in each individual word explicated in the posts.
Today, as is often the case, I found the closing quote cause for both self-examination and rumination on the current polarized state of my country. So few on either side of the vast divide defining nearly any aspect of life here can evidently allow that anyone else could possibly have an iota of access to intelligence, let alone truth. And perish the thought that we ourselves could conceivably be wrong! Some days it seems to me that there are no tenable middle points of anything at all anymore, only I’m Good and You’re Evil. It frightens and saddens me more than I can say. But Thomas Szasz seems to have spotted one of the pivotal causes:
Every act of conscious learning requires the willingness to suffer an injury to one’s self-esteem. That is why young children, before they are aware of their own self-importance, learn so easily; and why older persons, especially if vain or important, cannot learn at all.
Thomas Szasz, author, professor of psychiatry (15 Apr 1920-2012)
This is why my heroes tend to be among the perpetually curious, the skeptical, and those who are fearless about questioning anyone’s tastes, hopes, beliefs, and even hard-won knowledge—most especially their own. Those who never hesitate to admit when they are or even might be wrong, to negotiate the murky waters of faith, fear, and certitude to see what is further in the depths regardless of the potential for personal revolution, and who will always challenge any who make fixed claims to examine those under the light of reason, debate, logic, and yes, compassion. Because some things that nearly every living person would agree to be absolutely true are neither fair nor desirable, but ought to be brought into the cold light of day precisely for this purpose: to drive the challenger, and anyone around who dares to agree, toward positive change.
For the highest purpose of all knowledge is not merely self-congratulation, though it may admittedly keep one warm inside; it’s growth that can be shared by any others who will listen and learn as well.
When such central concerns of the communal life as politics, social policy, religion, law, science, health care, ethics, and education have become mere arenas for every hateful phobia or ism to express itself through opinionated pettiness, self-indulgent hissy fits, screeds and screaming matches, name calling and mud-slinging and other misbehavior that would shame anyone under two years of age, I begin to despair of our future. All I can think to do is start the revolution at home, and by doing my own homework. I must try to emulate my heroes better: fearlessly ask questions, practice due diligence to support my claims, and listen calmly to all points of view with the same healthy blend of openness and skepticism. And I’ll leave the mantle of noisy self-righteousness and impossible claims and promises stashed deep in the archives of disproved history where it belongs.
If my brain wasn’t so tired just now, I would love to share how much I enjoyed this, and how much I agree with the basis of your chosen subject. I saw your name pop up yesterday (or maybe the day before) when you graciously left an encouraging comment on my blog (thank you), but I haven’t even made it back to answer all the comments there yet. But I saw your name pop up, and rushed right over to absorb what you were sharing. Love the photos, love the sentiment, and can’t wait to come back and read through it all again when I have more time to ingest it at a more relaxed pace. Always good to see your name pop up. Enjoy any and all of those moments when you can soak up some peace and contentment, and leave the rest of it behind. We all need to take a break from it from time to time. Relax and enjoy. 🙂
My dearest, I thank you. Once again, you arrive at the perfect moment and offer such welcome balm! Love and hugs your way!
Here you are again. I wondered where you’d gone – thought you might have been Trumped or just plain Cruzed off. I share your despair at where we’ve managed to get ourselves to but you’re also right to say this is pretty much par for the course. There’s never been a time when humans as a whole were wise, self-reflecting, committed to the greater good. We are after all, just animals, and the same instincts of survival, power and territory are in us. But we do at least have the. capacity to reflect on this and to want to be better than we are. Love your Szasz quote.
In my fantasy world—a very large proportion of my entire world, of course—humanity will gradually stop spending such a large proportion of its time being one of the *lowest* and least-evolved of the animals. 😉
Wonderful pics and post. It’s a beautiful time to be in Texas.
An amazing floral and green year, to be sure! I only hope that some of the newness, positivity, and growth will be reflected in our political discussions and decision-making for a change. 🙂
Your sentiments are not isolated to the USA, it is the world over Kath. Our country is sadly being run into the ground by a corrupt disgusting government! Here’s to change, for the better.
Love and hugs to you dear. Missed your wonderful musings.
🙂 Mandy xoxoxo
Hear, hear! Your toast is shared wholeheartedly here. It’s true: the whole human world is too easily steered in inhumane directions. Cheers to change, indeed!
Much love to you, and glad to be ‘back in the fold’, however inconsistently it is so far. ❤
A propos of this post, an hour ago I stopped at the local Whole Foods and ran into my across-the-street neighbor. We got to talking about the current state of affairs and both admitted to being dispirited (his word).
When I watch television news programs that invite people with opposing viewpoints, I’m put off by the many guests I characterize as apologists: tell them somebody in their faction was just found to have committed a triple murder, and they’ll immediately come up with “reasons” why that was a wonderful thing to have done. In contrast, there are a few people on both sides (assuming for simplicity a linear spectrum of views) who have opinions but are willing to discuss things honestly. Would that there were more such people.
Yes, indeedy—as you notice, it’s far easier to find people willing to rationalize the least rational ideas and acts on earth than it is to discover any of us willing to consider that the other point of view might have merit, let alone be correct! Talk about anti-intellectual…or simply outrageously insecure about our own humanity. Sighhhhhhhhh… Isn’t it amazing how easily we adopt the most whimsical and bizarre beliefs as Fact, but excoriate and fear everybody else for doing the identical thing! Good thing Ma Nature is so generally tolerant of parasites and pests, or she’d’ve given us a good global cataclysm or ten that she’s passed up in human history and feel well rid of us! It does make my views of your photos that celebrate the macroscopic approach all the more welcome: at least some living things and creatures behave according to a certain logic, whether I can fully comprehend it or not! 😀
I enjoyed this post. Glad you had a near perfect time…
Thanks, Milady! I gather your time in New York was equally splendid!! Hoping we get back over to Sweden ourselves in the next year or so…. Meanwhile, happy landings wherever we find ourselves! 😀