Friday, December 24, 2021

It's Christmas Eve

Jenny, Lauren and Mark and their British shorthair cats are with us. They're enjoying themselves playing a video game for hours on end on the projection tv in the upstairs guest bedroom.  They and Maureen have avoided one another so far, an awkwardness that will culminate in a Christmas Day brunch at Maureen's house. But the ambience at our house is relaxed and pleasant. The five of us are having lunch with the Phams at noon.

Mary Lou and I watched The center will not hold, a documentary about Joan Didion. The film was beautifully done and despite my having no memory of ever reading anything Didion wrote, I related strongly to her personality and her story. She was frail and stoical, sharp and honest, articulate and incisive, a benevolent eccentric of the highest order. I want to read something she wrote and learn more about her.

When I awoke from an intriguing dream this morning, it took a moment to remember her name. For some reason,  I also wanted to think of the authors of The Color Purple and I know why the caged bird sings. I came up with Alice Walker but it didn't seem quite right. It is but it still doesn't feel that way. We saw a wonderful documentary about her at Manship Theater awhile back. I had to look up Maya Angelou. All of this is humbling. I lay awake from 530 to 7 am with these and many other things running through my mind. I'm a bit worried about losing vision in my right eye but viewing the prospect philosophically, as always. 

Saturday, December 18, 2021

Max Clark

I noticed today is December 18 and it occurred to me it might be the birthday of Max Clark, my first best friend. It took several searches but I found that Max (Louie Maxwell Clark, Jr) was born on December 17, 1951. But he died of a gunshot under mysterious circumstances in Belize on December 18, 1996, 25 years ago today. Did he commit suicide or did he fall in with dangerous people who murdered him? I don't know if the truth was ever uncovered. I do know Max was an intelligent thrill-seeker and likely alcoholic who fled the USA to avoid some kind of legal trouble. RIP Max and may God forgive us all for our shortcomings.

Tuesday, December 14, 2021

The projects of civilization

Continuing my theme of going over basics, I'm revisiting the familiar ground of historical theories.

Civilization is built upon our capacity to speak, learn, cooperate and innovate. It had to begin with bands of humans establishing campsites,  making tools and organizing missions. The earliest must have been food gathering and hunting missions followed closely by war parties against other bands. Aggression is an engine of survival and the tools of hunting were the first weapons.

Organization led to early projects such as constructing traps to capture and kill animals. Cooperative effort directed by authoritative leaders was necessary for success. The permanent settlements, domestication of animals and farming that emerged were all directly related to survival needs.

Group identity was created and reinforced by storytelling. This led to enduring myths and building projects lacking a direct survival function yet clearly necessary for the sustained success of the group. Evidence is found throughout the world in the ruins of ceremonial sites and temples left in ancient times by now extinct societies. 

Monday, December 13, 2021

The City

I'll be flying home tomorrow morning after an enjoyable visit with Jenny. I took Jenny and Wendy Solem to an NBA game at Madison Square Gardens- Knicks vs Milwaukee Bucks yesterday. Afterwards, Jenny and I had early dinner at a Korean barbecue restaurant. Today Jenny and I visited the Neue Gallerie and saw a powerful exhibit of early 20th Century German and Austrian art featuring several iconic paintings by Gustav Klimt as well as works by Kandinski, Dix and others. I got Jenny started on Foyle's War and she has taken to it, binge watching all the way through World War 2. I alternated viewing with her and listening to the Audible version of The City We Became, finishing it this afternoon. I then read some reviews, all of which were very favorable. I liked the novel and found it stimulating, as noted (I think) in my prior post.  For some reason, I took notes on each chapter in a manner similar to my method of taking clinical notes during my professional career.  I summarized the action impressionistically, copied down some memorable quotes and made a few observations. What purpose did this serve? I'm not sure- maybe to help me remember the story later, maybe thinking it would internalize my thoughts for the "book club" meeting with Amy, Donna and Joshua on Saturday. Perhaps I'll post them as a blog entry.Perhaps I'll revisit them at some point.  OK, I'm going to add them to this post!

The city we became: Notes


Read by Robin Miles


Chapter 1.  

The reader sounds like a black female. The story is poetic and reminiscent of an acid trip. Two characters open the story, a young kid and Paulo, an old, portly Hispanic mystic who smokes and drinks coffee. This kid is chased all over midtown by the monstrous Mega-cop, a merging of two NYPD officers. He escapes and defeats an outbreak of an evil force by running across the FDR Freeway.


Chapter 2.  


A new character appears, a preppy black man in his 20s, coming to New York for grad school. He leaves the subway and has an apparent psychotic episode (“blackout or delusion or whatever it is”). He hears the voice of the first narrator telling him “Fuck you! This city belongs to me!” Then, he encounters Douglas who is a plumber. Two Asian strangers assist him.  He’s afraid of being committed to a hospital. He keeps oscillating between sanity and psychosis. He can’t remember his name or where he was going to school. He picks the name Manny (i.e., the fluffy cat)! It’s short for Manhattan. It emerges he is the avatar of the borough, its human embodiment. He jumps into a Checker Cab replica driven by a very young woman named Madison.

“He’s just seeing multiple juxtaposed realities while being plagued by inexplicable compulsions and phantom sensations.”


The borough of Manhattan is ‘the nation”s shrine to unrestricted predatory capitalism.”


A BMW with jellyfish tendrils appears.  Tendrils explode out of the pavement forming a tower of “ick." He's menaced by a “spectral hedgehog.”  Everything is him. Something is blocking the flow of the city. The total strangers are his allies.  Manny and Madison manage to defeat the alien force.


“from the soles of his feet to the roots of his hair.”


Chapter 3.  Manny is dropped off at an apartment by Madison where he encounters a transexual “bloke in progress” male Asian roommate with a British accent named Bel who discloses they are both Ph.D. candidates in Critical Theory at Columbia University. They met on Skype a month earlier. They take a walk in Inwood Hill Park at the alleged location of the purchase of Manhattan from the indigenous people where they encounter a white female embodiment of the evil force with the tendrils.  ...“but, mind-controlling parasitic otherworldly entities are the rudest of tourists” and they aren’t welcome.  Brooklyn Thomason, Esq. appears and helps eradicate the alien force that possesses the white woman. She was rapper MC Free in her previous life. Now she is on the City Council.


Chapter 4.  A woman with a pixie cut dressed all in white rescues Aislyn Houlihan from her panic episode while trying to board the Staten Island Ferry. What happens if the “Primary avatar finally wakes up?” “Let’s get started on temporarily saving this local node of your consensus reality from existential annihilation, why don’t we?“ “Six of you are more in charge than the rest and those six are highly attuned to one another, naturally, which means finding one of you will help me find the rest of you.” 


The woman in white claims to be responsible for the collapse of the Williamsburg Bridge in the Manhattan chase episode, so is she the embodiment of the evil force or is she here to save the city from it? She discloses being the woman at the park who accosted Manny and Bel as well as being the force that Manny defeated with the lady's umbrella. She asks Aislyn, “Why did the others leave you unprotected?” “That damned Sao Paulo is here somewhere- he must be guarding the primary from me!” But Manhattan and Brooklyn haven’t thought about helping Aislyn. The Primary (manifesting the unity of the five boroughs) is the kid from Chapter 1. There must be some kind of city sonar that guides them to one another, “You don’t fucking matter- nobody gives a shit!” “See something, say something” if you see a white fern frond, says the WIW. The lady’s name? Whispered in Aislyn’s ear. Welts break out on Aislyn's arms. She forgets the woman and what just happened until 10 minutes into the bus ride to her home. She can only recall the name started with an R followed by “an incomprehensible blur of foreign sounds.” Island settles on “Rosey” like Rosey the Riveter. 


Sao Paulo visits Inwood Hill Park seeking clues to what is happening. New York is a “reeking parking lot and glorified shopping mall.” Paolo senses a battle has taken place here. Money is strewn around the ground, a construct used to aim the power of the city at “the enemy.” Twenty people, mostly white and well-dressed (all white), are milling around the rock monument. They are talking but not to one another- to the air, cell phones, a little dog. Paulo takes a cell photo that alerts to crowd to his presence. They fall silent and he exits. He checks the photo and finds every face is distorted with a warping of the air behind their heads. Paulo goes to a little cafe and orders food. He texts the photo to the international phone number and asks for help. 


Chapter 5.  The toilet stall of doom. Bronca, a 70ish Lesbian Lanape Native American artist from the Bronx is that borough's avatar. She encounters the white alien woman in the bathroom of her publicly funded art center. She defeats the WIW by kicking in the door.


Chapter 6. Quest for Queens. Still the same day. Manny and Brooklyn are waiting for a bus to go looking for the avatar of Queens. “Gravitic shifts” are taking place in “weird New York.” “Grandmaster Flash could save me from the alien feather monsters.”  Who can see the tendrils besides the avatars? Manny has to learn how to be a New Yorker. Brooklyn could teach him. He resents being in this position. He could flee and someone else would take his place.  “All of this is just the precursor to something much bigger.” “Tell me about New York, then.” Brooklyn explains about leaving her career as MC Free to do things that actually matter. She shows him the subway map of NYC. Brooklyn and Queens are on the south end of Long Island, “This map is bullshit.” “What people think about us isn’t who really are.”  “Queens is what’s left of old New York.” Long Island City.  Descriptions of what kind of people Queens, the Bronx and Staten Island are going to be. “Brooklyn is doing its own thing.” As they’re riding the bus they feel vibes emanating from Queens. They find a photo on social media with search terms “Queens weird.” Manny sees the truth is an abstract mural made by Branca (“creative with an attitude”). 


Chapter 7. The inter dimensional art critic, Dr. White.


Branca (Pink Crawfish-Older  Lesbian support group), Jess (mean-ass Jewish lady), Vanessa, Y Jing (?).  A group of young white bearded misogynistic racist male artists who produce offensive exploitive, pornographic crap are at the center seeking an exhibit. “Did Four-Chan put you up to this or did you come up with it on your own.” “We don’t do bigotry!” They insist upon showing their best piece “Dangerous Mental Machines” which turns out to be true art of remarkable quality. Something strange happens as they look at it. “What’s happened here is an attack,” HP Lovecraft thought Asians don’t have souls. Strawberry man-bun has a white string protruding from his ankle that extends and contracts as Branca observes. He admits working for the toilet stall lady. A number of displaced key holder artists sleep at the center. A reverse image search of their logo which turns out to belong to the “alt artistes.” “White dude whining is a growth industry.” 


Chapter 8. 


Padmini is Queens, an overweight, overworked young mathematician in grad school. She happens to be looking at the Manhattan skyline when she sees a gigantic translucent tentacle rising up and destroying the Williamsburg Bridge.  She thinks it’s an illusion and a hoax. But it’s not. Then something weird happens to the bottom of the kiddie pool in the yard next door.  Intuitively Queens knows the kids in the pool must not touch the bottom of the pool. She turns into a bullet flying down a tunnel to grab the boys out of the pool. She gets one boy out of the pool but he fights with her and stops her from getting the second one. That one touches the bottom and is grabbed by gray tentacles that threaten to envelop the boy entirely. Queens frees him by visualizing flow dynamics equations. Shortly after defeating the pool entity, Manny and Brooklyn show up at her apartment. It was “something immense and inhuman that almost broke through.” They form an alliance. They get a glimpse of the Primary New York. Manny is choosing not to know his actual name and identity. “I used to hurt people.” It was a job. He decided not to be that person any more and moved to New York. They all go to Brooklyn’s two brownstone houses that are worth millions now. Sao Paulo finds Padmini’s house and speaks to her Aunt Ashwara who gives him minimal info about what has happened. There is a “latent strengthening effect” of calling his International phone number. Paulo decides to go find Staten Island and to meet the trio at Brooklyn’s location the next day. 


Chapter 9. No sleep in or near Brooklyn


Brooklyn repels the white x-spiders from the brownstone where her daughter JoJo and father live by rapping.  Exhausted, she sleeps until late the next afternoon where she finds they’ve gotten an eviction notice. The Better New York Foundation now owns it. 


Chapter 10. A better NY is in sight.


The Board rejects $23M from Dr. White to sell out to the alt artistes. Branca spends the night with the key holders. A more authentic Dr. White appears during the night. White generates scary murals all over the walls. “There’s no need for you and your favorites to die in the conflagration that is to come.” The City painted the portrait of the Primary sleeping on newspapers. Why is the City’s avatar sleeping? “Because NY is too much for one person to embody. Because the City needed him and he did it anyway.” The Primary needs the Five to revive him so he can awaken. “You just threatened the existence of an infinity of dimensions.” Branca again defeats the White Woman who steps away into another dimension leaving the artistes lying about. She summons the police who reluctantly arrest the artistes for vandalism and breaking and entering. After the dust settles, Manny, Queens and Brooklyn show up at her office grinning


Chapter 11. Make Staten Island great against Sao Paulo.


Aislyn is high on Benadryl taken to treat the breakout of hives triggered at the ferry landing. She is sitting on the roof in a reverie. Her mother, Kendra, has joined her.  Her father Matthew brings Connell, a disgusting creep who is under the control of Dr. White, home as a guest. Connell makes a gross pass at Aislyn during which he insults Staten Island, causing her to unleash the power of the Island at him, driving him backwards into to neighbor’s hedge. Aislyn walks away from the house into the night, A car approaches slowly and stops. Sao Paulo is the driver. He greets her with the question, “Staten Island? Get in!” She starts to comply but his car is immediately engulfed in white fronds. Dr. White appears behind her wearing a track suit.  The three confront one another. Paulo’s cigarette smoke dispels the white fronds. He informs Aislyn of her role in the New York mission and offers to help. Aislyn, however, views Paolo as a foreign intruder and blasts him with her Staten Island power. Connell claims he was jumped by a big black guy. Aislyn is empowered to stand up for herself but rejects the idea of being allied with the rest of the City. 


Chapter 12. About that teamwork thing.


Branca doesn’t like the other boroughs, especially, Brooklyn.  “I don’t need you! I handled it by myself and you weren’t around.” The Bronx don’t trust nobody. Branca recognizes Brooklyn as the former MC Free.  After an initial refusal, Branca decides to cooperate. Manny realizes his role is to protect the Primary. It is revealed that when a city becomes whole, infinite alternate universes are annihilated. Some things must die so others may live. They confer on whether to go look for Staten Island or for the Primary. Then, Branca takes them on a perspective view of the Multiverse where various emergent cities are shining points of light, then back to the hiding place of the Primary avatar. Then they all conk out, They come to when the avatar of another avatar, Hong Kong, comes in carrying Sao Paulo over his shoulder. Sao Paulo has been injured from the attack by Staten Island on her own turf. He is revived by a brigadeiro, a Brazilian candy, Vanessa happens to have in the frig. They determine the Primary is sleeping in the decommissioned Old City Hall subway station.


Chapter 13. They don’t have cities there.


A gigantic white column has appeared in Aislyn’s front yard. The Woman in White explains it’s an adapter cable connecting “my Universe to yours.” The place of stark shadows appears in the rearview mirror. The WIW asserts that once there was only one Universe with no cities. Cities are monstrous and terrifying. A black cylindrical Ding Ho is moving around in the mirror world. “Have read any Lovecraft?” “Algae once nearly wiped out all life on this planet.” Hybrid vigor makes humans stronger. The WIW seems to make internally contradictory assertions. Somehow this wipes out alternate realities in the Multiverse.” I told you to stay in the staging area.” The Audible reader does the voice of the WIW like Ursula the Sea Witch in the Walt Disney cartoon the Little Mermaid. 


Chapter 14. Beaux Arts, bitches!


The Better NY Foundation is a subsidiary of TMW, LLC (Total Multiversal War Company). They have demolished the Murderburger Building across the street from the Center and evicted it’s tenants. Evidence of infestation has erupted all around them. Brooklyn has an injunction against being evicted from her brownstones,. TMW has been prepping its campaign for many years. Sao Paulo is wounded but getting healing from the remaining brigadeiros. Hong and Paolo deliver information about the failure of New Orleans and Port au Prince to achieve life, despite their presence as halpers. New York could suffer a massive earthquake and fall into the sea in the event of failure. Personal issues among the avatars are evident. They debate their next step. A wave of illness comes over them. Something is coming up through the floor of the Center. They all run for the exit. Manny thinks about a subway train and it actualizes into a ghost train that sweeps them out of the Center. A massive tendril column bursts out enveloping the Center and rises up into the sky. Then Madison pulls up in her replica Checker Cab. “Can you take us to City Hall Station?” Manny and Paolo get in the cab. Branca has a car she can drive some with.The column seems to breath with an aversive sound, Branca persuades Vanessa to leave to a safe place. The cab leaves for City Hall Station. 


Chapter 15. The gauntlet of 2nd Avenue.

Bronca heads toward Staten Island on 2nd Avenue with Hong, Queens and Brooklyn in the car. Queens takes over the GPS with flying fingers. Hong is serious and arrogant. Bronca has a son McSheesh (?) in California who is expecting a child. JoJo’s father died of cancer. “I thought only white people believed everything they heard in rap was real.” Bronca lights into Brooklyn about her former homophobic lyrics. Hong chastises them for arguing, Brooklyn gives a speech about maturing past her abusive rap lyrics and having genuine remorse that mollifies Bronca somewhat. The GPS directs them around an accident on FDR. It turns out to be a right wing protest by racist males called The Men of New York City. “What, a racist white dude march?” “City avatars are usually blessed with good luck,” says Hong. “Gentrification has taken the form of endless coffee shops.” A Starbucks is covered in white tendrils. A big white monster with an open mouth looms ahead causing Bronca to swerve. Another Starbucks jumps at them causing a second swerve without disturbing the zombie customers inside. A third Starbucks drips coffee grounds sludge as it snaps at them. Hong reprimands Bronca for her driving earning a sharp tongued threat. Bronca hits 70 mph in a 25 mph zone with impunity. A snake-like lunging Starbucks bites the car impotently. The Williamsburg Bridge is gone so she heads for the Brooklyn Bridge. As they approach the Island, they are flung into the other world where they can see a new, perfectly circular city has appeared between them and the fifth borough. They realize the WIW is actually another city! “Hong Kong, is it time for the final confrontation, then?” “Smart amoebas are still just amoebas, aren’t they?” The alien city is Rl’yeh from Lovecraft.


Chapter 16 And lo the Beast looked upon the face of Beauty


The Checker cab ride is smooth and uneventful. They get into the decommissioned station without incident. A female cop in plainclothes waves them past the cops guarding the entrance (reminiscent of Obi Wan Kenobe getting past the Imperial Storm Troopers on Tatooine). They get into an empty train that takes off with them and stops at the Old City Hall platform. They find the Primary who is surrounded by a protective force, Their train starts to move on its own motivated by the evil force, Hong and the three female boroughs (Brooklyn, Bronx and Queens) confront the WIW in Aislyn's front yard, Island’s immense power surges: “Get off my lawn!” Aislyn recognizes them as other borough avatars. The 3 boroughs and Hong are flung to the street. Why? “I don’t know you!” “You’re crazy!” Says Queens which incenses Aislyn further. Now they see a brown skinned girl in a dark tunnel covered in slime- it’s Vanessa. Rl’yeh offers a deal that allows the avatars to live out their lives in a pocket Universe. Aislyn realizes Vanessa is in the mouth of a beast that is about to swallow her alive. It’s the Ding Ho! Aislyn closes her eyes and wishes with all her might all of this would just go away. A monster train is coming after Manny, Paolo and the Primary to devour them. Paolo blows smoke at it. Manny goes into a red haze of instinctual rage.  Then, Manny turns into King Kong. Back at Staten Island, Aislyn blows everyone except Rl’yeh away entirely. Aislyn feels safe, knowing a whole city loves her, even if it isn’t NY.


Chapter 17.


The female avatars find themselves lying in front of the Wall Street Bull predawn. Vanessa is now with them, hair wet with an alien stink. The poor girl was in Squiggle Bitch’s mouth!  Hong Kong is not with them. Where is he? Branca's Jeep was teleported along with the ladies. Branca suggests going to the Primary which Queens finds frightening. Brooklyn uses her political clout to get the group into the City Hall Station. They encounter the remains of the bio-mechanoid  train monster which has been ripped apart. Manny is naked and panting. They all try to touch the Primary but each one is stopped. Paolo yanks Vanessa toward the newspaper piles. Above, them, unearthly structures are materializing. But Vanessa has become the avatar of Jersey City, NJ which is now a part of NYC. And somehow the Primary awakens despite the absence of Staten Island. A monumental blast of New York energy is unleashed to cleanse NYC of the Rl'yeh invader, leaving the WIW with only the foothold in Staten Island. 


Chapter 19. Coda


The Primary narrates the postscript. If you can’t eat ‘em, join ‘em on Brighton Beach/Coney Island. “Still alive, pass the blunt.” Manny lusts for him, Hong turned up in Hong Kong and then called a summit of the cities in Paris. They can look across the Staten Island which is covered in a cloud of gloom. Paolo is flying back to Brazil leaving his sublet to the Primary until the end of July. 

Friday, December 10, 2021

Personal growth comes from our relationships with others

Just now I remembered this insight from my career as a psychologist. I see how Jenny has a simple way of life as a single living in a small, one-bedroom apartment. She's been here since graduating from Columbia Law School. She has her bases covered and is content with that, making a 6-figure income and saving most of her money. She has her beautiful cat, Manny, and good friends she socializes with and stays connected to.  She knows how to get around and negotiate life in the city. I told her I'm here to harmonize with her way of life, not to interfere with or get in the way of it. She is who she is and I love her unconditionally,  Even being single with no intention of having a partner much less children, I see she has grown exponentially. She will continue to grow and learn and it will work out.

The City We Became

 Here I am in Manhattan staying with Jenny at her apartment on E. 96th. We went out for lunch and my groceries yesterday and again to get coffee. She left to attend her office Christmas party at 630 pm and didn’t return until 230 am. I awoke when she came in and was able to go back to sleep easily. According to my smartwatch, I slept a total of 9 hours 33 minutes, I've started listening to N.K. Jemison’s novel The city we became, which Jenny and her friends are reading and getting together tomorrow to discuss, It’s a well written fantasy novel that reminds me of my own novel in some ways as well as Vonnegut’s The sirens of Titan and the classic sci fi movie Invasion of the Bodysnatchers. 


What’s the point of writing and reading a novel or any fictional work? We are in part story-telling machines. We need to create and consume stories. The epic poems surviving from ancient cultures demonstrate this. Stories entertain us while helping us stay oriented to our society and the larger world around us. 


What am I getting out of The city we became? It’s timely given my being in New York City and my ongoing reflection on the state of human civilization. Four chapters in, it seems to revolve around a variation on the theme of good versus evil with good being the life force of the great cities of the world and evil being an invasion of “mind-controlling parasitic otherworldly entities.” 


The story triggers associations with the apparent wickedness of the political currents channeled in the USA by the late Rush Limbaugh, Donald Trump, Tucker Carlson, Steve Bannon and their ilk. But their wickedness isn’t alien- it’s the time-honored method of manipulating the wired in survival instincts of the tribe as reflected in the idea of “American exceptionalism.” We’re not exceptional because of our unique innovation in constitutional democracy- we’re exceptional because we’re big and rich and powerful and white. 


A second association is the covid-19 pandemic that is rolling along mutating with no end in sight. I doubt the novelist had this in mind when she began writing but the parallels with her story are obvious. An evolving virus seems more alien and insidious than a neo-Fascist political movement yet it’s still part of the Earth’s natural order. So I’ll continue listening to the theatrical reading of The city we became and remain open to where Jemison is taking me.


I walked out a little while ago to pick up a huge Italian sandwich for our lunch at a shop down on 89th and Second Avenue. There I was out in the very city, encountering and observing everyday life during the time of covid.

Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Post-script to the review

Writing down my thoughts about my life was helpful. Today, I have clarity on my priorities, the most general being to manifest love toward myself and the people I'm closest to whom, especially Mary Lou. I still woke up and had difficulty getting back to sleep but I felt more settled. Today, I will be packing and making final preparations to fly up to New York tomorrow to visit Jenny. 

Love one another as I have loved you. Love your neighbor as yourself.

What does this look like? How do we manifest love in thought and action? Our power is limited but our efforts make a difference. View others as priceless works of art. Be considerate, respectful and affirming. Provide help when possible. Be generous with time and resources without causing serious harm to oneself except in extreme circumstances (No greater love...). 

Tuesday, December 7, 2021

Reviewing the basics

Often I awaken after five hours or so of sleep with the need to visit the bathroom. Returning to bed, my brain sets off on a long train of thought attempting to make sense of my life. A central theme is somehow I have achieved remarkable success in surviving and being physically and financially secure in a world where so many people aren’t. Below is an outline of my reflections and conclusions at this point in time. I hope that by writing my thoughts down in black and white I may get some relief from waking up and thinking about them. I will note that I've got some good skills for shutting off my thinking and going back to sleep when I choose to use them.

  1. I find myself in a vast and stupendous Universe as a member of the human species.
  2. I don’t know how the Universe came into being but I didn’t create it. Of course, it’s possible I somehow did but that seems very improbable and if I did, I don’t know about it. Everything points to my being a small, transient part of the vast and mysterious process that created me.
  3. I’ve lived almost 70 years during which I’ve made a concerted effort to understand myself, my fellow humans and the Universe as much as I can. I’ve arrived at provisional conclusions about everything that seems to me important.
  4. I was taught the Christian faith by my mother and the Methodist Church starting from an early age. The fundamental teachings of Christianity are that God created the world, Adam and Eve disobeyed God and were banished from Paradise, God sent his son, Jesus, to atone for the sin of the entire human race, and God will forgive everything if we believe in Him and Jesus and accept the gift of forgiveness. That’s all we have to do to be received into eternal life with God. Failure to do so, however, results in being banished eternally from God’s presence which is the definition of Hell.
  5. Being taught the faith by a mother who set a sterling example of living according to Christian beliefs and values with humility, compassion and generosity of spirit, I was compelled to come to terms with my own beliefs. Being a bright, curious, sensitive and thoughtful person, I read and thought and analyzed these questions over many years and came to provisional conclusions about them.  Needless to say, I had serious doubts about the whole question of religion.
  6. I don’t see how the Universe can exist without something transcendent bringing it about. Logically, nothing should exist since “nothing can be made out of nothing.” Whatever did it would be what humans call God. Therefore, I believe in "God." However, it’s impossible for me to believe that only one of the world’s numerous religions is the correct one and I just happened to be fortunate to be taught the one that’s true. 
  7. One argument I have is that every religion depends upon the written teachings of its founder or founders, ancient texts in various ancient or classical languages. Interpretation of these texts depends upon the understanding of scholars who can read and study them.  In every case, serious and conscientious experts within the same religious community disagree radically on what the texts are saying and what the implications are for us. My favorite interpretation is that they’re all trying to say the same thing in different words. Trust God, seek the truth, love your neighbor as yourself, don't stay attached to transient material things, do good as you understand it. I am deeply skeptical about anyone claiming to have authorization from God to tell us the correct understanding. Fundamentalists, in their need for certainty, aren’t worshipping God- they’re confusing themselves with God and worshipping written words. No human has such certainty.
  8. Additionally, I don't see how people who live "sinful" lives deserve eternal punishment. In my understanding, they are acting from their own limited understanding and psychological makeup according to the way they developed as humans. The omniscient Creator would understand this, having created the entire Universe. Jung and Joseph Campbell made convincing cases that universal religious ideas and themes are part of our psychological foundations. They serve an important role in individual and societal life. The story of Adam and Eve is obviously a myth that combines two different stories by the E writer and the J writer.
  9. I'm open to whatever is true and, given the magnificent and mysterious Universe we exist in, I can imagine a transcendent Being who knows everything about everything such that nothing is hidden from It; but, I am unable to believe that the transcendent Creator is all about whether we humans believe exactly the right things or not. I'm unable to believe that the entire Universe revolves around our species and whether each individual is rewarded or punished for how it lived its life. The incomprehensibly powerful Creator of the Universe couldn't have such a narrow and limited focus. 
  10. If I'm wrong about any of this, I'm sincerely wrong and will trust God to deal with me fairly. Show me the way, O Lord. I surrender.
  11. The above notwithstanding, I resonate with the teachings of Jesus as expressed in English language Bibles and do my best to follow them as I understand them. I also believe, as Job argued, that we must trust the Higher Power Greater Than Ourselves that brought all of this into being, even though we can’t understand why things are as they are. I think it's more important to follow the teachings in this life than to be preoccupied with getting rewarded afterwards for asserting the correct belief. I pray regularly for the people I'm close to both quick and dead, for myself and for all of humanity, including those whose behavior and attitudes I reject, 
  12. My own personal situation, as I said, is amazingly good. I don’t believe I deserve this kind fate more than anyone else but here it is. I did work diligently to achieve it but many factors beyond my control were necessary for it to happen. I'm grateful every moment and I don't take it for granted in the slightest.
  13. Many things about the human race make me sad and concerned. That’s nothing new- as a youth coming up in the 1950s and ‘60s, I looked at human history, at American society and the world and became disillusioned and cynical about the state of the species (e.g., our materialism, greed, abuse of power, racism, violence, oppression of the vulnerable, rape of the environment, etc). I did and do value friends and creativity and I recognize that we as a species are capable of remarkable accomplishments in science, technology and the arts. I had some hope that progress would be made toward peace and justice as is possible within the US political system and other democratic societies. The current US and world situation gives much cause for anxiety. I'm frustrated that we're capable of solving so many of our problems but our cultures and flawed leaders don't do a much better job of it. I realize there’s little I can do about this and I accept all of that. 
  14. I do realize there are many, many dedicated people throughout the world contributing in various ways to a better human society providing a balance against our selfish and destructive dimensions. I am hopeful we won't devolve into universal dystopia and bring about our own extinction. I still want to find ways to make a small difference using what power and resources I have. I stay connected with friends via social media and give them support and encouragement they value. I strive to be considerate and loving.
  15. During my career as a clinical psychologist, I did my best to do my small part in making human society work. For example, I made it a mission to help Vietnam veterans and other vets to cope with PTSD and the related issues of returning from war.  I’m still in touch with a number of grateful vets whose lives I touched for the better. I helped a lot of other people, too, and made a good and honest living from it, resulting in me being able to retire in safety and comfort. I don’t want more material things. I don’t want to cause harm to anyone. I believe each life is valuable and worthy of respect. I want to live by my values.
  16. Taking all of this together, I have every reason to be pleased with my life. I eat healthy food and exercise enough to stay in pretty good shape,  I’m still in overall good health although age is beginning to affect me and I think about the reality of aging and dying every day. I recognize that I, like everyone, am always vulnerable. This is all in the order of the Universe and I accept it intellectually, albeit with sadness. But I wouldn’t wish to live forever in this body and this world, even if my body didn’t become old and infirm over time. 
  17. Having thought all of this and reached these conclusions, why do I wake up and go over them in my mind so regularly? Why do I need to keep reviewing them knowing they are unlikely to change? Why do I keep thinking about the troubling aspects of humanity? I think I’m trying to reassure myself, to make sure I haven’t missed anything, to double-check and reaffirm my vision. I know a part of it is to convey to God that I'm doing my best and hope He doesn't punish me.  Another part is I'm seeking a state of peace and acceptance. Because there's no certainty, we must rely upon faith. My bottom line conclusion is I want to stay positive, stay grateful and use the time I have left wisely. I will do my best to follow through.


 

Monday, December 6, 2021

On "Listening to Kenny G."

I used to be a music snob- a song or artist had to pass my "coolness test." No longer. In the infinite variety of the musical universe, I believe it's a matter of 'Do you like it? Does it work for you or not?'I used to be a music snob- a song or artist had to pass my "coolness test." No longer. In the infinite variety of the musical universe, I believe it's a matter of 'Do you like it? Does it work for you or not?'

Friday, December 3, 2021

Comment on a post in Owen's Geopolitical Analysis Facebook Group

Maybe it's good that Democratic voters are more optimistic about our system remaining viable? You're obviously right that the GOP feeds on fear and hate. I tell people "In my youth, Bob Dylan confirmed for me that things are as screwed up as I thought they were." Looking from an historical perspective, our US political world is no more cynical and driven by selfish forces than in times past and is in some ways better (e.g., no more legal segregation, equal rights for LGBT..). I was dismissive of US politics for most of my life, viewing both parties as money driven, disconnected from daily life and unwilling or unable to address core problems such as poverty, education and racism. Our foreign policy enabled considerable evil throughout the world. More radical solutions like Communism would have been every worse IMHO- at least in the USA the Bill of Rights enabled a high degree of personal freedom. I did vote, almost always for Dems as the lesser of evils. Obama gave me and many of us hope for movement toward a better society with more enlightened voters leading to better government. I actually got involved with his first Presidential campaign which was a new thing for me. His terms were disappointing for reasons I won't get into in depth here (short version- he set a good personal example but was largely stymied by GOP scorched earth strategy and tactics). I've drifted back to viewing our politics as an endless war between those politicians who have a vision to make the Union more perfect and those who only care about their own narrow interests and/or think things are fine the way they are. That's a simplistic breakdown but it's an overview that puts the ongoing struggles into a manageable perspective. What seems different to me at present is the GOP dropping any pretenses of having traditional conservative moral and philosophical values, rejecting medical science and embracing lying, cheating, and frankly antisocial behavior.

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

The Candlewick Archives

I shipped off my Mom's archives today in 4 boxes to the National Imperial Glass Museum. Inside each box, I placed a copy of the following letter. I posted the note on my Facebook page and on the Michiana Candlewick Collectors Facebook group page. The comment about Mom were very gratifying. 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/191287934218174/permalink/5203830156297235/

November 30, 2021


Re:  Donation of Virginia R. Scott Candlewick archives


These four boxes contain the records of Virginia Scott’s lifelong passion for the Candlewick pattern of glassware made by Imperial Glass Company.  Her contribution to the Imperial community consisted of researching the Candlewick line exhaustively, publishing her findings in a long series of articles and booklets, and promoting interest in Candlewick among collectors over a period from the late 1970’s through the early 2000s. To preserve her legacy for persons interested in the history of Candlewick and of the community of collectors during her lifetime, I have included her publications, research files, photo albums, correspondence and a few items from the desk where she typed her articles and put together her long-running newsletter, The Candlewick Collector.  My mother’s devotion to this work was a labor of love and she would have been proud to know that these records have found their home.


Owen Scott, III