David Banach on Death
Lately I’ve been listening to a series of lectures on death by David Banach. It has gotten quite absurd because the work load now extends 8 hours a day and instead of looking at art sites or reading blogs while the slow zooppa site loads, all I do is listen to this dude pontificate on the possibility of inherent good in existence, suicide, euthanasia, and etc. 8 hours a day. Like I said, it’s done a number on me and I didn’t even notice the waxing insanity as it set.
To counter balance the past few days of madness, I’ve decided to post an excerpt from an article Banach wrote on FORGIVENESS. probably a better and more relevant topic than death.
“Forgiveness is the triumph of future over past.”
The world is always starting over for us. Out attention shifts from one thing to another; after a good night’s sleep the sun shines again; Spring restores a world of life and growth from the ravages of Winter; a new year presents new possibilities. These recurrences punctuate our lives, breaking them up into units that can appear separate and self-contained; each a chance to start anew. But all of the things that matter in human life take time, extending over boundaries, tying moments together into meaningful wholes: Our attention is focused on the melody of a piece of music, carrying us over the interstices of moments and making a unit of them. A project or a relationship gives unity to our days, giving each meaning by what it contributes to the next. A marriage or a career or a family tie our years together, making them amount to something besides the passage of astronomical units that come and pass like the leaves blowing across the forest floor. Which of these is forgiveness like? Is it a fresh start that distances us from the past, leaving it behind, forgotten, or is it like learning to sing a new song, one that weaves in the past, but in a new way.
We like to think of wiping the slate clean, of making a fresh start for the same reason that doing so is often so difficult. (http://www.anselmphilosophy.com/read/?p=83) We long to be free from our pasts, and it is only our pasts that provide us with reasons for doing anything. We long to be an isolated instant of time with a will all-powerful to make ourselves anew at each moment. But the objects of our will, of our loves and cares, are always outside of us, binding us to objects and their futures. The freedom we have within an instant is always sterile and empty, perishing with the passing of that moment. The fact is, we are always in the middle of things. We never really start over. We are always spinning through time on the momentum of our past loves and hates, on the trajectories of triumphs and failures, careening into the future along the paths we have made for ourselves and that define us. If we started from nothing, began from nowhere, there would be nothing to get us started and nowhere to go. We are lucky that there are no fresh starts, no reset buttons for our lives.
Forgiveness is not forgetting. We sometimes hear that real forgiveness erases our sins, as if they had never occurred, and we often find it difficult to bring ourselves to the purity of such a forgiveness, or to even understand how we could make ourselves forget so completely. But we really don’t want to forget in this way. The love that makes us want to forgive and the love that made us feel harm are one and the same.
(I know that this is entirely contrary to the point of this post, which is, after all, FORGIVENESS….but…
dear loud ass loud fucking yuppie, your baby is super fucking cute…but I don’t want to hear your nasal voice booming through the coffee shop for an hour endlessly prattling about your baby’s bodily functions. I don’t want to hear nothing about no babies unless that baby is Julien. or Jade.)
all I know is that this face could get away with murder.
all I know is that I know nothing