Immersed in Subjectivity

I am quite immersed in the mystery of nature and life these days. More than ever I see that my experience in life is quite unique and I am coming to value that more each day, although it does seem to make it more difficult to find commonality with others at times. More often than not I find that I am  outside  what others value, being more  content in time spent looking within, to stand alone and to be  authentic in that. What is required for an authentic experience of life is discovered and nurtured within; intuition, intimacy and self revelation and most of all life essence. There is guidance emanating from this place for me as well, more than what is discovered from external resources. I question the relevance of conventional, mechanistic thinking, finding those who think they know to be quite boring. They don’t seem to realize what they are missing in the grasping, in their subjective thinking in way that it is an objective truth and that it is more a creation of their own fragmented perception, relative in its relevance, illuminating a piece of the puzzle in one way of seeing and nothing in another. We often ignore the devastating consequences of our fragmented thinking on our planet, our relationship with nature and with each other . We sometimes do not see as Soren Kierkegaard proposed, that “Truth is Subjectivity”

I feel compromised when talking with others, when there are assumptions made about what they know, what can be known and when there is an absence of openness, doubt, investigation and intimate sharing and learning from one another in these exchanges. I am not so sure about what I think I know and in turn what others claim to know. I don’t want to know as they believe. It takes me away from the mystery that is more real and revealing of truth to me, however it being a truth that Iam quite incapable of capturing in words.

IMAGINAL LOVE The Meanings of Imagination in Henry Corbin and James Hillman TOM CHEETHAM

A stunning book. This is one of my all time favourite books, one that I am sure I will reread numerous times. It is an astounding creative exploration and extension of the writings and life views of Henry Corbin and James Hillman, including brief synopsis of poets Robert Duncan, Wallace Stevens and others. He explores the literal process by which human kind has wandered into and the misguided abstract world that does not reflect concrete reality. He explores how energy of the archetype manifests in us and can be wrongly interpreted and discourages attachment to abstract nouns and literal understanding, encouraging a life view and living through “being” and a practice of reflecting in verbs and adverbs. He speaks of events rather than objects. He writes in a way that is inquisitive, that he has discovered something life changing and that he intuitively relates to in Henry Corbin and James Hillman. A genuine desire to find in humans what is authentic is obvious and in that, he has come to see the wonderful aspects of being human that we all have access to. He encourages another non literal perception of our very creative, expansive and compassionate human nature that easily becomes trapped in the narrowing of our human perceptions. He does not illustrate any of this as an idealistic pursuit or success or as something to be achieved but more out of an unraveling and letting go and a returning to what we inherently are.

Less. by. Andrew Sean Greer

I was quite excited about reading this Pulitzer Prize winner but never felt that it met my expectations in fact I was quite surprised that it won this award. I felt that the main character was uninteresting, unsympathetic and unrelatable and unliveable; that the paltry humor was only mildly amusing (not “hysterical” as one endorsement said), the ending was predictable and anticlimactic; and the book was not compelling.
It seemed to be quite focused on superficial themes and insights and involved beautiful looking people and self indulgent ways. Maybe the point was to illuminate the characters superficial orientation. In the end he seem to lose most of what he was indulgently attached to. Maybe there was a point in there somewhere and perhaps it does mirror a more collective indulgence that looms subtly.

Fear. Robert Woodward

I appreciated Woodwards perspective. He doesn’t present Trump as mentally handicapped but more as a real estate focused business man with related priorities largely unsuited for the complexities of being President. His lack of knowledge of history and international and world affairs is disturbing and his defensive posturing and lack of diplomatic skills is disheartening. From the authors perspective he creates an impression that Trump seems to have great difficulty accepting responsibility for much or to admit to and learning from mistakes.

Etsy Hilessium: An Interupted Life: Letters From Westerbork

This was a profound read. Being drawn into Etty’s journal for her final two years of life on this earth results in an unexpectedly intimate encounter with a gifted and exuberant young lady. As you read her entries, you get a sense of how she, and the rest of the Jewish population, were slowly boxed in to a corner from which there was simply no escape. But Etty is a light in the encroaching darkness. The book is full of reflection, contemplation and insight on life and suffering.