For the longest time of my adulthood, I have had a sense of my life as consisting of an unrelenting challenge and quest of true epic proportions: an odyssey. And consistent with that sense, I have conducted myself boldly, intrepidly, fearlessly, even at times recklessly - attempting to be equal to the quest, worthy of my great calling.
But what was this great calling?
Success? Achievement? Discovery? Of what?
William Blake provided us both the Songs of Innocence and the Songs of Experience. My odyssey definitely has always seemed to be a song from the latter song book: dark, mysterious, dangerous, ongoing.
Imagine a child who has a wondrous life. This is, perhaps, not so hard for many of us, I believe, have recollections of childhood wondrousness. Imagine this child a prodigy. Or genius. Or, perhaps, a borderline genius or quasi-prodigy. Bright. Perhaps the child is just bright! In any case, what makes this child's life wondrous is her realization that the world is magical and transcendent - and, as such, ineffable. Moreover, there is a vital niche in this wondrous world for this child - and she has found it. It is, simply, just for the living. And living is breathing. And living is loving.
A day comes in this child's life, however, when the child realizes that, though the magic and transcendence will never depart, her awareness and being-in-touch with its manifest wondrousness must go hidden. Go hidden: you set down the Songs of Innocence and learn of the the Tyger burning bright in the night - with what immortal hands and eyes framing fearful symmetries. But as the child goes hidden, she extracts a promise from her 'future self' to someday rediscover 'her' and the wondrousness of this being-in-touch, this living as magical as loving. To rediscover the 'before-going-hidden' after the Songs of Experience have been sung out and it is time to traverse to the excitement of the next song book.
But what is the next book of songs? Blake gave us Innocence and Experience. What follows that? Or is there a synthesis of these two?
It cannot be the re-experience of Innocence. That's merely the fantasy of reliving one's childhood. Fun, but futile.
It cannot be the Experience of re-innocence. That's merely the fantasy of the Jehovah's Witnesses. Captivating and de-clawing.
I now view both as merely recipe books. The Songs of Innocence providing a recipe for frosting, the Songs of Experience providing a recipe for cake. Children are more enarmoured of the sweet, adults more concerned with the substrate. Learn of both and take from both: then bake a cake and frost it. And lick the frosting off the frosting spoon (for the child extracted a promise from his 'future self'. And this 'future self', coming into the now, rediscovers the wondrousness of being a being-in-touch.). Then have a piece of your own frosted cake. Let Innocence and Experience become synchronous: enjoy the overlap and the underlap in the same moment. And realize that any odyssey is just a piece of (future)(frosted) cake.
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