LETTERSby David Eide |
In his perfect situation, in a cool park, leaning against
a tree with the world safely tucked away into houses and
offices, the writer thought, 'a man with an idea must suffer
the full weight of the culture as his idea
is patiently cultivated.' There was truth to the idea that
the crudescence of society was a direct result of a natural
flow of desire upward to feed the characters in power. The
writer had the wonderfully crazed idea that if a man is a
spirit he must, in turn, produce a condition of spirit.
Ah characters, characters! he muttered. Characters, where are
you to take me from my putrid ideas? Like dogs you run away at
the approach of a wild storm marked by thunder.
In his idle days, enjoying the cool air of late September,
he entertained the thought, 'what new relation between the
spirit and man can develop at this stage of things?' If,
he believed, the question remained after the disillusionment
of youth then perhaps a perennial spot had been hit by the mind.
Both sides of
the equation were changed when placed at the living edge of
what was known. They were changed when the universe was perceived
as a moral force. But, what would this moral force be? What
was the significance of spiral galaxies and black holes to a
self that attempted to find the good in life? 'If we have the reference to the universe
that contains the energy and material of our own substance
then what are we?'
Later that night a personage entered a dream he was having.
It was an old girl friend who he had not thought of for years.
She had tempted the writer with pictures of herself and smoked.
Writer
Didn't you test in gesture and word the contents of the desire in
front of family and friends- weren't you looking for authenticity
there? Wasn't that a dangerous thing to do?
Ignore the ego of others - ignore it- don't listen to what others
say- don't listen to their judgments - their opinions or anything
else- all sounds like a three day rain after awhile.
Admit this as well- much of your ideas have come out of the pain
of creating and there is no idea
without the supporting vision, no ideas at all- one has to envision
the world as it has become, is, and will be and know how to fight when the traps snare one.
'Reconcile the opposites'
to prove it is possible.
Discipline was needed since the natural desire was to gain a false and illusory power.
David Eide
September 10, 1999
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