On The Calculus of Human Experience
April 17, 2018
Mythology, stories and ancient wisdom is the calculus of human experience
Should nature be a Mathematician, Statistician or a Story teller? For what is the language of Mathematics but an abstract paintbrush to draw in the net of the continuous reality. What is Statistics but the sfumato by which we blur the randomness of life into a coherent structure. And the third option: narrative - an emerging calculus in the language of virtues and values of humans encoded as myths, tales, and stories.
The unsung rules or patterns of conscious existence:
The Hero’s Journey: A formula to embracing the potential embedded in all of us.
The Symbolism of Escape: Huxley’s Soma, Dostoevsky’s Alcohol, Orwell’s 2 Minutes Hate
The Christ Motif: Tolkien’s Gandalf, Sparta’s Leonidas, the modern day entrepreneur
Nature carves it’s formulas for immortality in these different ways. For our existence more palatable when interpreted as a piece of art, instantiable into many mediums - paint, stone, narrative, drama. It is not the gold or silver which are used to etch the imprint of those great men and women, but clay, as Seneca might say.
True wealth, perhaps, is to touch infinity in one of these symbols - while enduring the courtship with total catastrophe. For that which boldly adventures to touch infinity in their domain of choosing acts as a new tool to expand this glorious work of art. Those adventurers, become the ones who inspire Nature a new avenue of expression - a new path to take in her artwork of human experience. It is then he or she who becomes a character of history - a formula to this grand new calculus.
But how then does man discover his value, his place, his search in this life? Should he, seeing Nature play the fiddle, sculpting away herself, decide too to sculpt himself? Not by the ebb and flow the of climates today, but with the wisdom of the ancients and the past. Knowing all too well those great men and women were in pursuit of the same that he seeks.
Like a crashing wave in infinite circulation, he, with youthful energy takes up the slowed momentum of those passing down, in a cyclic forward momentum.