December 10, 2019-
The full of night can suffuse one’s mind with a darkness that is equal to, or surpassing of, the dearth of sunlight outside. The mind, unlike the body, does not cease to move, at a time of physical rest. For many of us, far more than should be the case, the movement is in a downward location. Especially, but not exclusively, for those who live alone, the mind is more susceptible to the depredations of inner demons- at least until prayer, meditation and a few drops of therapeutic grade lavender bring on a healing slumber.
I live a fairly comfortable life, with no ailments at present, and a caring, if arm’s-length, circle of family and friends. I was told, long ago, that a little of me goes a very long way. So be it. As long as I’m doing right by those around me, that’s hardly the worst of circumstances. When inner demons, stoked at times by fatigue, hit me in the darkness, my mantra of late has been to self-talk into sleep, sometimes aided by the lavender oil I mentioned above.
I look, though, at those whose demons lead them to continuing depredations of their own. The oppressed who, as I remarked to a reader of my previous post, learn to become oppressors. Here, I think, the scene arises from a failure to take self to account, to learn to place all blame for one’s lot externally, and to thus become a violator of others’ rights, property and persons.
We did not learn the right lessons, it seems, from the French Revolution, and thus came the Maoist Cultural Revolution. The Holocaust of 1915 was, as Hitler predicted, a flickering ember of the mid-Twentieth Century imagination and the Fuehrer’s minions accomplished a genocide that would have made Ataturk blanche. The Turks felt wronged, hemmed in, and so they lashed out, their targets lashed back and there was a bloodbath. Post- World War I Germany, and several other Central European nations, were given short shrift by the Treaty of Versailles, clever demagogues found their Others to use as scapegoats, and the horror played out, on the grandest scale since, arguably, the Hundred Years’ War.
Today, there are all manner of others. Demagogues, having tasted power and wanting it all the more, find target Others, across the world. Stories of rape and pillaging give rise to hyper-generalization, far beyond the punishment of those actually responsible. One size must fit all. Thus, we have Twitter storms, back and forth, attacking anyone suspected of taking a pin to one’s balloon. We have the macabre spectacle of a Nobel Peace Laureate, justifying her government’s deadly attacks on people whose primary offense is to adhere to a Faith that is different from her own. She is, she says, acting on the advice of a “man of peace”, who is after all a Buddhist monk. Thoughts of Nicholas II and Rasputin come to mind, but I digress. We have coteries of sectarian radicals,from India and Iran, to Yemen and Nigeria, stoking their own acts of opprobrium, against those of other Faiths.
T.S. Eliot’s scenario of the fire and the rose becoming one, in his Four Quartets, is practiced over and over in our world, though not in the way he envisioned. The Hollow Men, of one of his other great verses, will not endure a world ending with a whimper, but the series of bangs that have been our lot, since at least 1912, could bring it to an alarming precipice.
Bringing oneself to account each day would seem to be advisable, for high and low, alike.