Humainologie creative dialogue Tuesday October 18 Looking Forward to Death and the Related Challenge

“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will” – Chuck Palahniuk  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuck_Palahniuk 

"I don’t define myself by my successes.  I define myself by adversity and how I’ve persevered.”  - Shaquem Griffin   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaquem_Griffin   

“Premeditation of death is premeditation of freedom…. He who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave.”  - Michel de Montaigne  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michel_de_Montaigne  

Considering the hardships of life, I’ll suggest we can think of life as a long walk to freedom. We can follow Nelson Mandela’s example (and Chuck Palahniuk’s suggestion) and create something that long outlives us as we make our journey. Our shared vision of Calgary as a microcosm of a healthy global community gives each of us an opportunity to do that together. Claire Wineland has set her own example.  Her very upbeat TEDx talk, “Don’t wait to be healed to start serving humanity,” has certainly helped me with orientation.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH3m1OSiOT0   She is twenty years old, does not expect to live to be thirty, and is wearing nasal prongs to deliver oxygen as she gives the talk.  Our next topic for dialogue will be Looking Forward to Death and the Related Challenges.  As a resource for that dialogue, I have again appended my synopsis of the chapter from Robert Greene’s book, The Laws of Human Nature (chapter 18) “Meditate on Our Common Mortality.  The Law of Death Denial.” Because covid has heightened my awareness that time is running out on me, I will facilitate this one next Tuesday, October 18 starting at 7:00 PM   I will keep it short, aiming for closure by 8:30 PM.   I hope to facilitate the very important postponed dialogue on becoming human and belonging in early November.  You can join the dialogue on Tuesday October 18 by Zoom:  Topic: Dialogue session on mortality and related challenges

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This dialogue may be somewhat heavier lifting emotionally than most of those we have done in the past.  Take that into account as you decide whether to join us.   We can create a tradition of mutual support and learning from each other about this essential challenge in the journey of life.   I hope to see you there, thinking creatively. Think like a bakery and make it fresh every day!  Arthur   Book Chapter: (Robert Greene) The Laws of Human Nature (2018), Chapter 18  Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964), author of some of the most unforgettable short stories I’ve ever read, had to deal with more than her share of stressful relationships and encounters with human beings.  One of the reasons for her extraordinary maturity was that at an early age she was forced to look death in the face, and she did not blink.  In his concluding chapter, Robert Greene focuses on her life as a case study.  

Chapter 18.  Meditate on Our Common Mortality. The Law of Death Denial  The only child of a father with whom she bonded deeply, who died of systemic lupus erythematosus, and a mother who was much less bonded with her, Flannery O’Connor was shy and bookish growing up, already showing literary talent by the age of twelve.   When she was just fifteen years old, her beloved father died; he was just forty-five.  A devout Catholic, Flannery aimed to focus on her literary genius and to do this she left Georgia, on a full scholarship to the University of Iowa in 1945.  Soon her stories were appearing in prestigious magazines and publishers sought her attention. Around Christmas of 1949, however, she fell ill and within months she was found to have the same disease that had killed her father. Despite cortisone therapy, she knew that death was approaching.  Circumstances soon forced her to return to the family farm, a kind of prison for her, just outside Milledgeville, Georgia.  Yet she accepted it and went on producing her powerful stories, writing at one point to a friend, “I can with one eye squinted take it all as a blessing.” By this time, she was also becoming keenly aware of the superficiality of life in America, a materialistic and soulless culture as she saw it.  So many people were without any sense of purpose.  “And at the core of these problems was their inability to face their own mortality and the seriousness of it. …As she saw it, people were losing their humanity and capable of all kinds of cruelties. They did not seem to care very deeply about one another….  If they could only see what she had seen – how our time is so short, how everyone must suffer and die – it would alter their way of life; it would make them grow up; it would melt all their coldness.” In 1953 she met a tall, handsome twenty-six-year-old man from Denmark, Erik Langkjaier, a travelling textbook salesman who had asked to meet this literary genius of Georgia.  Soon there was a relationship between them.  When Erik announced he was taking a six-month leave of absence to return to Denmark, Flannery began writing letters to him, expressing how much their meetings had meant to her.  She felt there was a bond between them.  Then came the news that he was engaged to be married to a Danish woman.  “She had intuited such an event would happen, but the news was a shock nonetheless.  She replied with utmost politeness, congratulating him, and they wrote to each other for several more years, but she could not get over this loss so easily. She had tried to protect herself from any deep feelings of…separation because they were too unbearable for her.  They were like small reminders of the death that would take her away at any moment, while others would go on living and loving.  And now those very feelings of separation came pouring in.”  Now she knew that her life would forever be lived alone.  The heightened awareness of her fate became the impetus for more stories, rich with “her knowledge of people and their vulnerabilities.”  Her relentless drive to produce these stories, against advice from her doctors to stop working, led her to hide her notebooks or even to keep the stories in her memory until she could write them down.  “She died in the early hours of August 3, at the age of thirty-nine.  In accordance with her last wishes, Flannery was buried next to her father.” As Flannery saw it, her heightened empathy for other human beings was a consequence of her having looked death “squarely in the eye without flinching.”  She learned what really matters in life and “was thoroughly at home with the ultimate reality represented by death.”   Her “empathy and feeling of unity with others, as evidenced by her strong desire to communicate with all types of people, caused her to eventually let go of one of her greatest limitations: the racist sentiments toward African Americans she had internalized from her mother and many others in the South. …By the early 1960s she came to embrace the civil rights movement led by Martin Luther King Jr.”  Flannery O’Connor had an advantage over most of us, Greene explains, in that she was “compelled to confront death and make use of her awareness of it.”  Death “is a fate shared by us all and something that should bind us in a deeply empathic way.  We are all a part of the brotherhood and sisterhood of death.”  He refers to the paradoxical death effect.  Awareness of our mortality makes us feel more awake and alive, as well illustrated by the history of Flannery O’Connor.  “By connecting to the reality of death, we connect more profoundly to the reality and fullness of life.  By separating death from life and repressing our awareness of it, we do the opposite.”  The author advises us to make our awareness visceral, as if we had just been given a death sentence.  Fyodor Dostoyevsky experienced exactly that wakening when he and other alleged conspirators were told they would be executed that very day.  The sentence was commuted, but the awakening remained.  Awaken to the shortness of life.  See the mortality in everyone.  “Let us look at the pedestrians in any busy city and realize that in ninety years it is likely that none of them will be alive, including us. …Our unique consciousness of death has created our particular form of love.”  Embrace all pain and adversity.  We have a choice between avoiding things that might lead to failure or other painful experiences; or to live life fully, “to commit ourselves to what Friedrich Nietzsche called amor fati (‘love of fate’): wanting nothing to be other than it is, not in the future, not in the past, not in all eternity.  Not merely to endure that which happens of necessity. . . but to love it.’”  We can choose to see (as did Flannery O’Connor) that everything happens for a reason.   Open the mind to the Sublime.  We can encounter the Sublime by thinking about the origin of life on earth or by contemplating the night sky and thinking of how miniscule a place our planet or the solar system has in the universe.  “In the face of the Sublime, we feel a shiver, a foretaste of death itself, something too large for our minds to encompass.”  As we become more aware of our mortality, “we experience a taste of true freedom. …We can be more daring without feeling afraid of the consequences. …We can commit fully to our work, to our relationships, to all our actions.”   Premeditation of death is premeditation of freedom…. He who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave. – Michel de Montaigne