Saturday, February 24, 2007

the end in the beginning

Have just been considering the progress of my life – I know a pretty big subject and one about which you might not be in the least bit interested.

However, in terms of ontogeny following phylogeny, I think the Spanish speakers of the world have the right road map. The whole planet is simply a series of concentric circles with the individual at the center and at the apogee at the same moment. The individual is the manifestation of the universal unconscious and at the same moment the point at which consciusness is farthest from the universal. Confusing?

Well, consider that in 100 Years of Solitude, the story is told repeatedly, beginning with the individual and moving out to encompass the entire community and then the entire nation, and then the entire planet. All experience the story in the same human fashion. Isn't that what Jung was teling us with the universal unconscious? Or am I confused again?

In biological terms, the individual follows precisely the same pattern of development that the specie follows. Or is the other way round, the species follows precisely the same pattern of development that the individual within the specis follows on his /her way to maturity.

Regardless, I am really arguing about a literary form, I am arguing for a braided context, for concentric circles of meaning to replace the linear English speaking form of writing the way Americans, Brits, and Aussies do it. Here is what I'm going to tell you. Here is the story...and in case you didn't catch it the first two times, here is the point I was trying to make the entire time.

I prefer , for the moment, the Spanish tale. Here is the individual having an experience, here is her family living through that same experience, here is the community in which that family lives in the midst of the same story, and finally here is the nation, planet living out the same pattern of existence.
Somehow it just seems more biologically precise to admit as the Buddhist does that we are all part and parcel of the same experience, that we simply cannot divorce ourselves from the dilemma of the human condition. Americans have, for a very long time, pretended otherwise. Perhaps it is time to come to terms with our refusal to admit to being one and the same with Sunnis, Shias, Buddhists, Hindus, Jesus, even with born agains – heaven help us–