« Anyone who loves is mad »
I will propose that this statement is true, if we take « madness
» to mean the conventional definition of the term madness; i.e.
irrationality, inexplicable behavior (inexplicable, or at least not
explicable coherently, by the normal standards of most humans). I
define « sanity », it’s opposite, as the ability to
make rational decisions that will lead to some probable benefit for
yourself, either directly or indirectly.
To further explain what I mean by the conventional definition, or
common perception, of madness and it’s opposite, I wish to share with
you the following
quotation, from the novel Cannery row, by John Steinbeck :
« Once when Doc was at the University of Chicago he had love trouble
and he had worked too hard. He thought it would be nice to take a very
long walk. He put on a little knapsack and he walked through Indiana
and Kentucky and North Carolina and Georgia clear to Florida. He walked
among farmers and mountain people, among the swamp people and
fishermen. And everywhere people asked him why he was walking through
the country.
Because he loved true things he tried to explain. He said he was
nervous and besides he wanted to see the country, and there was no
other way to do it, save on foot. And people didn’t like him for
telling the truth. They scowled, or shook and tapped their heads, they
laughed as though they knew it was a lie, and they appreciated a liar.
And some, afraid for their daughters or their pigs, told him to move
on, to get going, just not to stop near their place if he knew what was
good for him.
So he stopped trying to tell the truth. He said he was doing it on a
bet- that he stood to win a hundred dollars. Everyone liked him then
and believed him.
They asked him in to dinner and gave him a bed and they put lunches up
for him and wished him good luck and thought he was a hell of a fine
fellow. ».
I propose in contrast to this very terrestrial picture of a being,
great by conventional standards, who is understood, respected and liked
because he has
the good sense, or is perceived to have the good sense to act in a way
that will bring some tangible profit to himself, the following
definition of the greatest
being (a god)- a description that may be found in the Phaedrus of Plato
(247E):
« Now a god’s mind is nourished by intelligence and pure knowledge, as
the mind of any soul that is concerned to take in what is appropriate
to it, and so it is
delighted at last to be seeing what is real and watching what is true,
feeding on all this and feeling wonderful, until the circular motion
brings it around to where it started. On the way around, it has a view
of Justice as it is. It has a view of self-control; it has a view of
knowledge- not the knowledge that is close to change that becomes
different as it knows the different things which we consider real down
here. No, it is the knowledge of what really is what it is. And when
the soul has seen all the things as they are and feasted on them,
It sinks back inside heaven and goes home. ».
We must define love as a phenomena distinct from many other things
which are commonly referred to by the word « love ». Love must be
distinguished, for example, from aesthetic admiration, from fidelity,
flattery, and the rendering of services to another. It is equally
important to define love as distinct from Lust.
The property that distinguishes love from other attitudes or emotions
is the «madness » of it (« madness » by conventional standards). In
true love there is no « normal », « sane » rationale. There is no
motivating expectation of reward (as there is, for example, in lust, or
in fidelity, which usually expects fidelity in return), There is just,
as Plato says, the delight to be « seeing what is real and watching
what is true », to have « a view of justice as it is », and to have a
view of « the knowledge of what really is what it is ».
Two things that are necessary in order to aspire to, and possibly
succeed in acting out of love, defined as I am defining it, are
detachment (by being «attached to something », one takes it as an
addition to oneself, and is thus enriched), and a desire to act in
accordance with justice as the motivation for one’s actions.
Detachment
As Simone Weil says in her book gravity and grace;
« The belief in the existence of other human beings, as such, is love »
(« la croyance a l’existence d’autres etres humains comme tels est
Amour »)
And, to expand on this theme and connect it with that of detachment
versus attachment:
« Attachment is a maker of illusions, and whoever desires what is real,
must be detached. As soon as one realizes that something is real, one
may no longer have an attachment to it. Attachment is nothing other
than the insufficiency in the sense of reality. One is attached to the
possession of a thing because one believes that if one ceases to
possess it, it will cease to be. Many people do not feel with their
whole soul that there is a difference between the annihilation of a
city and their own irremediable exile from that city »
(« L’attachement est fabricateur d’illusions, et quiconque veut le reel
doit etre detache. des qu’on sait que quelquechose est reel, on ne peut
pas y etre attache.
L’attachement n’est pas autre chose que l’insuffisance dans le
sentiment de la realite. on est attache a la possession d’une chose
parce qu’on croit que si on cesse de la posseder, elle cesse d’etre.
beaucoup de gens ne sentent pas avec toute leur ame qu’il y a une
difference du tout au tout entre l’aneantissement d’une ville et leur
exil irremediable hors de cette ville. »)
One prerequisite to love is to harbor no illusions about that which is
loved. One must believe in the existence of the other « as such », not
as the figment, even in part, of one’s own imagination, in order to
justly claim love for the other. Because attachment is « a maker of
illusions »(for starters, the illusion that something/someone ceases to
exist when they cease to be attached to you), one cannot believe in the
existence of the other « as such » if one is attached to
that other. Thus, Love for someone to whom one feels attached is
impossible, illusory. This contradicts one very common (mis)conception
of love : The « I’ll stand by you, never let you go », « I ain’t too
proud to beg (you to not leave me)», « I got you, babe », « I’d die
without your love » etcetera model, to be more specific).
Justice
As Weil says, in the same book:
« To feel a pure gratitude (the case of friendship being put aside)I
need to think that someone is treating me well, not out of pity, or out
of sympathy, or
on a whim, as a favor or to reward some privilege, nor either because
of a natural effect of temperament, but out of a desire to do what
justice requires one to do. And so one who treats me thus believes that
all those who are in my situation should be treated thus by all those
who are in his position. »
(«Pour eprouver une gratitude pure (le cas de l’amitie etant mis a
part), j’ai besoin de penser qu’on me traite bien, non par pitie, ou
par sympathie, ou par caprice, a titre de faveur ou de privilege, ni
non plus par un effet naturel de temperament, mais par desir de faire
ce que la justice exige. donc celui qui me traite ainsi souhaite que
tous ceux qui sont dans ma situation soient traites
ainsi par tous ceux qui sont dans la sienne. »).
Examples given here of things that may be confused with the motivation
to treat someone well (treat someone with love, as indicated by the «
case of friendship» being put aside), are pity, sympathy, whim, as a
favor or to reward privilege, or by a natural effect of temperament.
All of these are false sources that lead to imitations of love, and not
to love itself.
The true source of an act of love is this: The desire to do what
justice requires be done in relations with « the other », whoever that
« other » may be, in a given circumstance.
The person who acts truly out of love acts thus because he wants his
actions to conform to the exigencies of Justice (the perfect justice
that Plato’s god orbiting earth in his chariot « has a view of », not
the justice of human legislation, which is changeable and flawed). It
is not with an eye to personal gain that he acts thus, it is rather in
accordance with a transcendent law, and in many cases those who do act
on this motivation are viewed as insane.
Conclusion
The real question is not about the nature of love; it is about the
nature of truth. For if truth is taken to be one thing, and then it’s
opposite, the world is turned inside out in every sense. I would like
to close with a quotation from Stephen Mitchell’s translation of the
Tao Te Ching of Lao-Tzu, which illustrates this idea:
The path into the light seems dark
the path forward seems to go back
the direct path seems long
true power seems weak
true purity seems tarnished
true steadfastness seems changeable
true clarity seems obscure
the greatest art seems unsophisticated
the greatest love seems indifferent
the greatest wisdom seems childish.



Figure of eight knot

When you’re a parent and you retreat into yourself because you have to, when the sheer force of your child’s existence slams you into walls. When you remember that your own father died when you were still a child. When you remember that you’ve been without him for more than 30 years. You wake up, you breathe, because you have to. You have to for your child. You have to for your father, who can’t, whose breath stopped decades ago. Why did he teach you to sail if he expected you to follow him, to be run aground in the land of Shades. Why did he make you practice your knots if he accepted a future in which you might let yourself drift away.

You’re a parent and your daughter’s kindness towards others makes you cry. You’re aware of the treacle, the cliché, the boring predictability of being wrecked by your own child’s noble and virtuous and gentle character, and yet, you can’t stop yourself, can’t make a more “interesting” choice.

What is more interesting than being wrecked by your own child’s innate kindness and generosity of spirit.

What is more interesting than grieving your father who has been dead for 31 years, still feeling in your guts and behind your eyeballs the anguish of a child that wakes up and finds itself alone in a dark, dense forest with no clear path in any direction.

What is more important than the will to live, the desire to be done with it all, and the tension in a strained link between the Past and the Future. Being and Nothingness. What matters more than Survival? What matters more than never ever leaving your child to fend for herself without you.

Never leave her to wonder where you’ve gone and if you can still hear her voice. Never if you can help it. He couldn’t help it.

Tell yourself- as improbable, impossible, foolish as it is-

For her, I will defy fate as it’s written. I will defy Death itself. I will conquer Death itself. For her.

In the clearing, on the path – thoughts for Eostre 🐇🐦🐢🐝🌻☘️🌱🌲🪺🍀🪷🌗🌚🌅

Mercury spun back through the last and middle and first decans of Pisces. Taking the mind back and beneath and beyond to realms unseen, realms of intuition, telepathy, ancestral memory. There was contact with spirit guides and with old, old truths in a place where, as in the folktales of all people, you find that you can speak to animals, and they can speak to you, and suddenly you understand each other. The walls fall and you can hardly believe the walls were there at all, or that they were able to separate you from your relatives, from your friends.


When I fed the terrapins and freshened their water, they looked at me deeply, and I looked deeply back. When my daughter fed her aquatic frog from her fingertip, it placed its tiny webbed hand on her finger and floated its belly against her skin, like an embrace. My father in law sat on the steps and the chickens nuzzled beneath his arms as he stroked their wattles.  The dog and the cat curled around each other, between us in bed, and we all breathed together in deep slumber through the moon’s journey across the sky, and in the morning they both came out to lay beside each other in the sunlight inside a hubbub of glittering birdsongs and bug flittings.

I’ll tell you what the animals told me during this interlude when a charm upon me made their language intelligible to me. They told me that war is stupid. They told me that nation states and their borders are weak and cowardly and cruel ideas. They told me that migration and rest and sharing are natural things, not things to be feared or avoided, or laden with shame and secrecy. They told me that body instinct is honest. They told me that what feels true in your body is very likely true. They asked me why our children almost always know their languages and understand them, and speak kindly to them and share with them, and why our adults have almost all forgotten their languages, and so many who were friends with them as children no longer want to be their friends.

They told me they are weary of what we do to the air, and the water with our poisons and our plastics and all the death machines we’ve devised. They’re tired of our noise and our frenetic pursuits of the wrong things.

I told them, you’re right. You’re right about it all. I told them there’s not a lot I can do but I’ll do what I can. I promised to stop eating them (except for the fish, at least for now), and I promised to stop driving a gas burning car except on days when it’s pouring rain (and even then I could take the bus).  I promised to rest more and to spend more time sitting in the sun and playing with them and singing to and with them. I have made these changes because I don’t take promises I make to my friends lightly.  I also changed my payroll withholding so I am no longer contributing my few pennies to paying for the stupid wars that they, and I, hate so much.

The Tarot card that aligns with the first decan of Pisces is the eight of cups- this is where we have backed up to now that the retrograde is wrapping up and mercury will begin spinning forward again. The eight of cups shows a person walking away from eight cups into the wilderness- into the unknown- in search of…something else. This Piscean journey BEGINS with « abandoning (what appears to be) abundance » because instinct and deep intuition, subconscious knowing (or the animals), tells you that no, this is not actually abundance (this meat you’re eating, this convenient car you’re driving, this military you’re funding that supposedly makes you « great » and « safe »). It cannot be real abundance because it does not align with the deeper, older truths that you knew when you were a child before you were forced to forget them. It cannot be real abundance because it is harming and killing countless humans both near to you and far from you in the world. It can not be abundance because it comes at the expense of the well-being of the non-human relatives who you have been separated from and told you have a right to exploit and harm. So although it is difficult, you have to turn away from those eight full cups and walk off into the wilderness. You must trust that you will meet guides who will help you, that your intuition (and wise people, and the animals, if you give them your attention) will continue to tell you which way to go, and that yes, there is true abundance in the world. If you’re committed to seeking and giving your deep attention to your guides within and without, you will find it.

The second decan of Pisces is represented by the nine of cups. The nine of cups represents the beginnings of real abundance- abundance with spiritual and ethical alignment, abundance that comes from honesty and right relation- that awaits the seeker who has the courage to set off into the unknown in the eight of cups.

The final decan of Pisces is represented by the ten of cups. This is a visualization of the goal, the ideal outcome for the seeker who left the solitary « security » of the known, those eight full cups. The ten of cups is the achievement of true abundance because it is a vision not only of individual success but of family, community, peaceful and balanced relation to land and the life it nourishes. There is play here, there is rest and affection, a simple, harmonious life, beauty, love- in short, a life lived in right relation. The kind of abundance that makes sense to all the other animals on earth, which is generous, self-sustaining, natural, and which for sad and infuriating historical reasons, many of us have forgotten is the life we need and want. Until now.

The oil fields are on fire. The refineries are torched rubble. The shipping lanes are closed. The price per barrel goes up every day and so does the price of gas at the pump. Fertilizer is going to be out of reach for many this planting season. The factory farms shovel those heavily fertilized industrial grain crops into what they view as flesh crops before they hack up the bodies and send the chunks to market in trucks that run on gasoline.

I told the cat, « I think people might not be able to afford this anymore. If oil goes to 200+ dollars per barrel and gas is 12 dollars per gallon at the pump, and airline tickets are 10 thousand dollars because of the price of jet fuel and ground beef is 50 dollars a pound, and the cost of intercontinental shipping becomes completely unsustainable and even the military runs out of fuel and ammunition, and it’s impossible to manufacture a plastic container because those are made out of petroleum too- it might just… it could possibly… end. Like waking up from a 200 year nightmare called the anthropocene. »

and he looked up at me, perhaps a bit accusingly, but he had the grace to blink « I love you » .

a Hole cover (Courtney 4eva that bitch is my bitch)

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