The changes continue. Adaptation comes and goes. If you never settle in, does the unsettled feeling ever go away? Routine is the death of creativity, for me at least. The unsettled routine has moved on, leaving me wondering, “What now?”
And so it goes.
Which leads me to now, and the book “The Wisdom of the Heart” by Henry Miller (no relation that I am aware of, unfortunately.) As I journey slowly through this book, my thoughts, reflections and reactions will be chronicled here. Come for the day, stay longer if you wish. It’s nice to have you along.
From the introduction: “Henry Miller was born in Manhattan (NY) in 1891, and attended elementary and high school in Brooklyn, where his family moved when he was one. The rest of his education has been informal, acquired through wide reading and through travel.”
Right of the bat, I like this guy. He published several books on nothing more than a high school diploma to show for his formal education. But life, reading, and travel are some of the best teachers.
From the first essay, titled Creative Death, comes the following passage:
“Escape is the deepest wish. Escape from death, from the nameless terror. And the way to escape death is to escape life. This the artist has always manifested through his creations. By living into his art he adopts for his world an intermediary realm in which he is all-powerful, a world which he dominates and rules. This intermediary realm of art, this world in which he moves as a hero, was made realizable only out of the deepest sense of frustration. It arises paradoxically out of lack of power, out of a sense of inability to thwart fate.”
This resonates with me, as does the remainder of the essay, both before and after this passage.
A fascinating opening piece to a book I have left on the shelf for far to long.
Does the above excerpt resonate to you at all?