No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will..."
It dawned on me the other day that I would rather be dead...than to have my youth back. Sounds crazy, huh? But it isn't so nuts if you think about it. If I was 20-30 again, or even younger, I would be behind someone's bars. Guaranteed. But as it is now, in the last few stages of my game, I find myself devoid of the energy of my convictions. Not lacking the courage, just that youthful motion that got me into trouble so many times before this country turned into an unabashed, unashamed fascist dictatorship. Oh well. It happens to the best of man's efforts eventually. But if I did have that energy back and having witnessed what I have over the last couple score of years, I think my anger and vanity would get the best of me. I would rather journey to the 'undiscovered country' than to rot in some corporation's cage. So. It all works out for the best. For me that is. And we are egocentric...this species to which I belong(although I didn't actually apply for membership...honest).
I am ashamed to be human more often than not. I am no
tree-hugger, but I am powerless to come up with anything really noble that we as a rather disgusting species, sharing(not dominating) this rock, have ever accomplished. We are the newcomers that screwed things up for a lot of other inhabitants for a while, thinking we are at the top of some food-chain or other and have no predators above us. That's a giggle as we drive by marble orchards filled with those that have succumbed to a really dominate life-form commonly known as bacteria. But that's as may be.
I want to see this country "from whose bourn, no traveler returns". I like that whole idea. It's hilarious, really. In an ironic sense.
I recently mainlined the PBS(aka JBS) series, "Shakespeare Uncovered". I will amend my statement up there about our species accomplishing nothing of note, to 'except Shakespeare'.
I recommend the series to anyone that is enthralled by the Bard's wisdom. It is true affirmation. And, you get to experience what I have always noticed, in spades. "And now a word from our sponsors". In every episode(each one taking on a different play narrated by actors that have played in them), there are of course pundits. Talking-head-scholars that provide history and purpose of the various plays and characters. Thoughtful individuals all, presenting insightful info about the subject. All but a few. The sponsors. The jews. It is giggly to watch these tribe members mouthing nothings about the greatest poet of this or any other century. Again...the irony. Other than their surnames and their PhD's, they have nothing of note to contribute. But they are there. As they always are. Laughable. But if you can get by that...the series(save the episode dealing with The Scottish play, starring the only amerikan, Ethan Hawke...how embarrassing...skip that one fer sure), is enlightening, entertaining and wholly not-tv.
But even that isn't what I wanted to cover today. As the title alludes, it is Shakespeare, the man, that is on my mind again. I have always thought that if anyone in this species has ever expressed the entertaining futility of the doomed experiment that is homo sapiens-sapiens, it was he. And he did so in such a highly palatable way. For all the joy he plotted within our species, so too was he wise enough to conclude that it is indeed predestined to fail. That so many connected to his clear view of humankind, to me, speaks to that undiscovered/discovered knowledge that we all share. That we are the loud, violent family in the neighborhood that will eventually default on our home loan and soon vacate an otherwise balanced community of lifeforms. And the decent inhabitants of the planet will just have to put up with us, until we are finally kicked out. Foreclosed on by the force of a balanced nature that was here long before we arrived with our 'intelligence' and twerking.
So the 'we' that are unwilling participants in this offensive evolutionary mews known as mankind(with emphasis on the ironic 'kind'), an undiscovered country of rest from the fever that is a dying infection, is all too alluring.
I arrived at understanding this conclusion that the Bard described for us after having read "The Tempest", many years ago. At that vain age, I thought I was the only person that 'got it'. I have since learned that I wasn't. There is again, an ironic understanding therefore, that so many that have taken themselves out of the equation so to speak, fully grasp what he was talking about. From "As You Like It" to "The Tempest" and all stops in between, we can travel his path of enlightenment to our own confrontation of that country which we must all enter.
As one of my readers deftly put it, I excel at saying things people don't want to hear. I suppose this is a prime example. It's tough to rally around one that is such a defeatist. Even if there is a bitter joy to the realization that they express in their resignation. But hey...I calls em like I sees em. There is joy in this pragmatism that I espouse. The joy that the playwright taught me.
Enjoy your brief stay in this brief run of a doomed evolutionary failure. Try not to hasten our eventual downfall in your 'intelligent' fashion. Be as kind as you can to superior lifeforms. And look forward, don't fear the visit to that undiscovered country. For as he reminds us: "...the rest is silence".