Tea for Two

“There’s nothing sadder to me than associations held together by postage stamps. If you can’t see or hear or touch a man it’s best to let him go.” J. Steinbeck – East of Eden

Perhaps central to the disassociation of our times is our disassociation from one another. Family is no longer a centripetal force. Nor is community. In fact, community–where you can see, hear, or touch has been co–opted by technology. Now we hear and see though our various devices and even touch has become sterile–perhaps to the demise of the human race.

When women devalue men, of course men will devalue women. Men may find solace in dolls. Women, apparently, prefer to find solace in metphors for anger–some, in real anger. What are children to think?

Children, after all, really do come in two sexes. Boys really do need good men as role models. Girls really do need good women. Neither particularly need to be modeled by a society that pretty much devalues normal human relations. A fabricated society is not a society; nor is it ‘civilized’ as in a civilization.

It is a trope. There is nothing literal, nothing real, about relationships that devolve into the realm of the artificial. Worse, there is nothing that can be sustained.

Steinbeck had it right: if you can’t see or hear or touch, you may have commercial relationships, you may have memories of earlier times when relationships were central to the life you were living, you may even have developed a habitual inclination to artificially connect, but your real life is comprised of the things you do every day and the people you interact with everyday–those you can see and hear and touch.

It is a sadness, the fact that life moves on in a continuum of change leaving us with memories when change takes people, places, things, and activities from us. But there is no happiness in living on memories.

Nor is there happiness living in the fantasy land of technology. There may, for some, be wealth, but health? Depends, I suppose on how one defines it.

© 2018 M L S Baisch

On Neurotheology

Our Lady of Heaven Catholic Church Oreana, Idaho

Our Lady of Heaven Catholic Church
Oreana, Idaho

My friend, Christine, mentioned neurotheology this morning – something I’ve thought about, but not put a name to. Obviously, writers, most of us who call ourselves writers I imagine, know that when we turn loose of our minds, words come from somewhere inside–from a place, or perhaps from a knowledge, that wasn’t known to us consciously.

Below is a quote from an article in the Atlantic (by Lynne Blumberg, Jun 5 2014, link below).

“When practitioners surrender their will, activity decreases in their frontal lobes, suggesting that speech is being generated from some place other than the normal speech centers.”

The writing experience is simply that. When words flow free to the page–and writing is a form of speech, speech a form of thought–they flow from this place.

I’ve long recognized writing–not all writing, obviously, not letters, not even this post, but what most likely call creative writing–to be a spiritual activity. When people say that religion is dead, or God is dead, it likely means these people have lost, or never have found, the capacity to surrender their will and commune from this other place.

Good writing comes from the place. The commercially-oriented writing market is, perhaps, probably, really killing God.

 
© M L S Baisch 2017
 
https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2014/06/what-happens-to-brains-during-spiritual-experiences/361882/