Value for Saturday of Week 41 in the season of Assessing

Embracing the Past

Whatever our past has been, it is ours. Our best strategy is to embrace it, nurture it, reconcile with it, and create our future as we wish it to be.

  • He who troubles his own house will inherit the wind. [The Bible, Proverbs 11:29.]
  • I have great respect for the past. If you don’t know where you’ve come from, you don’t know where you’re going. I have respect for the past, but I’m a person of the moment. I’m here, and I do my best to be completely centered at the place I’m at, then I go forward to the next place. [Maya Angelou, in the Arizona Republic]
  • Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future. [attributed to William Wordsworth]

The difficulties of someone’s early life may be insignificant, or they may be severe. Whatever the case, a spiritual master finds a way to embrace the past. If that means loving an abusive parent, without becoming invested in an unhealthy way, then that is what is needed.

Embracing the past implies forgiveness – letting go of past hurts, and moving on. By embracing, we make the acts and emotions of forgiveness more positive and uplifting.

All the better if we can be grateful for our past. If and to the extent it was unhappy, or damaged us, we can overcome that, if we can embrace it. While this may be too much to ask in some cases, anyone who does it, without returning to whatever was unhealthy, is on a path toward greater well-being.

We cannot change the past. If we do not wish to be controlled by an unhappy past, then we must make peace with it. The best and most complete way to do that is to embrace it. This cannot be forced on anyone but anyone who embraces the challenge, and the past, makes peace with her life and ultimately with herself.

Real

True Narratives

Technical and Analytical Readings

Photographs

Documentary and Educational Films

Imaginary

Fictional Narratives

. . .  as we grow older, let us be more thankful that the circle of our Christmas associations and of the lessons that they bring, expands! Let us welcome every one of them, and summon them to take their places by the Christmas hearth.  Welcome, old aspirations, glittering creatures of an ardent fancy, to your shelter underneath the holly! We know you, and have not outlived you yet. Welcome, old projects and old loves, however fleeting, to your nooks among the steadier lights that burn around us. Welcome, all that was ever real to our hearts; and for the earnestness that made you real . . . [Charles Dickens, “What Christmas Is As We Grow Older” (1851).]

Monasticism, such as it existed in Spain, and such as it still exists in Thibet, is a sort of phthisis for civilization. It stops life short. It simply depopulates. Claustration, castration. It has been the scourge of Europe. Add to this the violence so often done to the conscience, the forced vocations, feudalism bolstered up by the cloister, the right of the first-born pouring the excess of the family into monasticism, the ferocities of which we have just spoken, the _in pace_, the closed mouths, the walled-up brains, so many unfortunate minds placed in the dungeon of eternal vows, the taking of the habit, the interment of living souls. Add individual tortures to national degradations, and, whoever you may be, you will shudder before the frock and the veil,--those two winding-sheets of human devising. Nevertheless, at certain points and in certain places, in spite of philosophy, in spite of progress, the spirit of the cloister persists in the midst of the nineteenth century, and a singular ascetic recrudescence is, at this moment, astonishing the civilized world. The obstinacy of antiquated institutions in perpetuating themselves resembles the stubbornness of the rancid perfume which should claim our hair, the pretensions of the spoiled fish which should persist in being eaten, the persecution of the child's garment which should insist on clothing the man, the tenderness of corpses which should return to embrace the living.  "Ingrates!" says the garment, "I protected you in inclement weather. Why will you have nothing to do with me?" "I have just come from the deep sea," says the fish. "I have been a rose," says the perfume. "I have loved you," says the corpse. "I have civilized you," says the convent.  To this there is but one reply: "In former days."  To dream of the indefinite prolongation of defunct things, and of the government of men by embalming, to restore dogmas in a bad condition, to regild shrines, to patch up cloisters, to rebless reliquaries, to refurnish superstitions, to revictual fanaticisms, to put new handles on holy water brushes and militarism, to reconstitute monasticism and militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication of parasites, to force the past on the present,--this seems strange. Still, there are theorists who hold such theories. These theorists, who are in other respects people of intelligence, have a very simple process; they apply to the past a glazing which they call social order, divine right, morality, family, the respect of elders, antique authority, sacred tradition, legitimacy, religion; and they go about shouting, "Look! take this, honest people." This logic was known to the ancients. The soothsayers practise it. They rubbed a black heifer over with chalk, and said, "She is white, _Bos cretatus_."  As for us, we respect the past here and there, and we spare it, above all, provided that it consents to be dead. If it insists on being alive, we attack it, and we try to kill it.  Superstitions, bigotries, affected devotion, prejudices, those forms, all forms as they are, are tenacious of life; they have teeth and nails in their smoke, and they must be clasped close, body to body, and war must be made on them, and that without truce; for it is one of the fatalities of humanity to be condemned to eternal combat with phantoms. It is difficult to seize darkness by the throat, and to hurl it to the earth. [Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (1862), Volume II – Cosette; Book Seventh – Parenthesis, Chapter III, “On What Conditions One Can Respect the Past”.]

Novels:

Poetry

There by the window in the old house / Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, / My days of labor closed, sitting out life’s decline, / Day by day did I look in my memory, / As one who gazes in an enchantress’ crystal globe, / And I saw the figures of the past, / As if in a pageant glassed by a shining dream, / Move through the incredible sphere of time. / And I saw a man arise from the soil like a fabled giant / And throw himself over a deathless destiny, / Master of great armies, head of the republic, / Bringing together into a dithyramb of recreative song / The epic hopes of a people; / At the same time Vulcan of sovereign fires, / Where imperishable shields and swords were beaten out / From spirits tempered in heaven. / Look in the crystal! See how he hastens on / To the place where his path comes up to the path / Of a child of Plutarch and Shakespeare.

O Lincoln, actor indeed, playing well your part, / And Booth, who strode in a mimic play within the play, / Often and often I saw you, / As the cawing crows winged their way to the wood / Over my house-top at solemn sunsets, / There by my window, / Alone.

[Edgar Lee Masters, “William H. Herndon”]

Music: Composers, artists, and major works

Isaac Albéniz, Iberia, T. 105 (1909) (approx. 78-89’) (list of recorded performances), presents reflections on the composer’s life and health, and a celebration of a region in the composer’s native country. “He conceived Iberia at a time when his health was already beginning to fail and did so, moreover, in an attempt to provide an answer to two specific questions: how to write an academic work in the manner of the great French composers who had left such a profound impression on him, autodidact that he was, and how to hymn a mythic Spain that he would never see again.” Top performances in the original form for solo piano (approx. 88-117’) are by Heisser in 1993, de Larrocha in 1962, de Larrocha in 1980, Orozco in 1992, Muraro in 1997, Hamelin in 2006, Goerner in 2022. Also available are an orchestral version, and a version arranged for three guitars.

As the new millennium approached in the late 1990s, jazz trumpeter and historian Wynton Marsalis conceived, recorded and released a series of albums in a series entitled “swinging into the 21st”. These works draw on jazz traditions, so that for Marsalis they represent a union with the past, a value he strongly champions as a leading advocate of music. I present seven of the albums here.

Wynton Marsalis, “Soul Gestures in Southern Blue” series:

“España Eterna: Five Centuries of Music from Spain, 1200-1700” (2018) (551’) is an eleven-CD collection from Jordi Savall and his Hespèrion groups.

Other albums:

Compositions:

Music: songs and other short pieces

Visual Arts

Film and Stage

  • Mother: about a difficult relationship
  • Lady Bird: a high school senior struggles to free herself from a difficult home environment, and comes to realize that her family of origin provided her with many of her strengths.

This Is Our Story

A religion of values and Ethics, driven by love and compassion, informed by science and reason.

PART ONE: OUR STORY

First ingredient: Distinctions. What is the core and essence of being human? What is contentment, or kindliness, or Love? What is gentleness, or service, or enthusiasm, or courage? If you follow the links, you see at a glance what these concepts mean.

PART TWO: ANALYSIS

This site would be incomplete without an analytical framework. After you have digested a few of the examples, feel free to explore the ideas behind the model. I would be remiss if I did not give credit to my inspiration for this work: the Human Faith Project of Calvin Chatlos, M.D. His demonstration of a model for Human Faith began my exploration of this subject matter.

A RELIGION OF VALUES

A baby first begins to learn about the world by experiencing it. A room may be warm or cool. The baby learns that distinction. As a toddler, the child may strike her head with a rag doll, and see that it is soft; then strike her head with a wooden block, and see that it is hard. Love is a distinction: she loves me, or she doesn’t love me. This is true of every human value:

justice, humility, wisdom, courage . . . every single one of them.

This site is dedicated to exploring those distinctions. It is based on a model of values that you can read about on the “About” page. However, the best way to learn about what is in here is the same as the baby’s way of learning about the world: open the pages, and see what happens.

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Octavio Ocampo, Forever Always

Jacek Yerka, House over the Waterfall

Norman Rockwell, Carefree Days Ahead

WHAT YOU WILL SEE HERE

When you open tiostest.wpengine.com, you will see a human value identified at the top of the page. The value changes daily. These values are designed to follow the seasons of the year.

You will also see an overview of the value, or subject for the day, and then two columns of materials.

The left-side column presents true narratives, which include biographies, memoirs, histories, documentary films and the like; and also technical and analytical writings.

The right-side columns presents the work of the human imagination: fictional novels and stories, music, visual art, poetry and fictional film.

Each entry is presented to help identify the value. Open some of the links and experience our human story, again. It belongs to us all, and each of us is a part of it.

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