Wilder Men, this just in, from the late-breaking news from the home office:
We … are … not … alone.
Clarification. This is not about the whole “ET, Call Home” thing. Arthur Clarke speaks of the controversy, ” … life out there in the universe …” Ironic, his words apply to the human soul’s dilemma about relationships.
Things are not always as they appear, not always black and white, not always as clear as we would like them to be: my perspective, contrasted with Clarke’s “reality” of “either / or”; nothing in between. Men, women, children … can be, and are, alone at times; and, we are not alone.
These words below resonate with the “here-and-now”, life on the planet, life in the hearts and minds of men, life through our writings, through our readings, through our thinking / beliefs / ambivalence, through out passions.
Ambivalence, still here. Books are awesome. But wait! Some books, limited value, sometimes harmful. “We read to know that we are not alone.” Some of us read to isolate. Simon and Garfunkle sing these words from “I Am A Rock”:
“I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.”
The ramblings of a wilder man emerge with hopes of redemptive thought, redemptive ambivalence, redemptive humor. Here is a piece, tapping at my beliefs, and I grapple with the implications.
“Friendships are overrated. Friends are underrated.”
Over the years, I have had countless “friendships”, but few … real, long term … friends. My old friend, Sadness, visits from time to time when I consider how many “friends” have come and gone, not too different than the wind. Some of those friends never faded away. It was me, because of my own pursuit of isolation as opposed to pursuit of relationship. Wilder men have a desire to be known; wilder men have a fear of being known. None of this changes the fact that we … are … not … alone.