No ashes, no coal can burn with such glow.
As a secretive love of which no one must know.
But, “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us…” [Charles Dickens, Tale of Two Cities]
She began her dark journey into light at the age of seventeen.
In that darkness, he had beaten her ‘on her bare buttocks’ in a ‘special room’ away from the family. In the light, she eventually confessed that she had felt sexual excitement when her father beat her. Her mother had raised her ‘in complete sexual ignorance.’
Suffering – both physical and emotional – with love.
Continue reading I, too, was once a Human Being
As a Viking traveler of books and people, I have occasioned to meet a person from a different place, a different time, and a different world, through the labyrinth of books.
Dr. Livingstone, I Presume
Presumably, this is what Henry Stanley said to Dr. David Livingstone, a missionary who had gone into the “wilds of Africa,” and Stanley was paid to find him which took about six months, a difficult and tortuous expedition.
Continue reading Reverence for Life
Number 137. Was this the key to understanding the Universe? Or was it an impossible Dream?
It was a kind of Dream Team. One was awarded a Nobel Prize in Physics. The other was an internationally famous psychiatrist. They both were interested in Dreams. Other than that, they are an odd pair. So was their relationship.
He had felt like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde. He didn’t know what to do about it. He was a Rational. He was a scientist, and the leading scientific skeptic: the gadfly of quantum mechanics. He had the ear of Albert Einstein, Niels Bohr, Werner Heisenberg – the supreme Rationals of the day. They put up with his caustic wit for he was good at finding problems with their theories: the Mephistopheles of Physics. Successful professionally, but his private life was a mess. What was he do?
By the day he was about Science, at night he had frequented the bars of the red-light district of Hamburg: he knew his relationships with females was out of control. His Mister Hyde — he hid this from his colleagues – he was embarrassed. He felt he was in crisis. He decided to consult with that famous psychoanalyst, Carl Jung – secretly.
Carl Jung was interested in the “mind.” He viewed himself as an intrepid explorer of psyche. He had adopted Freud’s interest in analyzing dreams, but he had his own unique, and lucrative techniques. Those rich female European ladies of Vienna and Zurich had money to burn and all the time to talk, and maybe other things. “Archetypes” was his word, and the “collective unconscious” was his game. What did all those dreams mean? Symbols, myths, intuition, ESP — what was the truth? The Idealist, Carl Jung was eager explore and analyze The Rational, Wolfgang Pauli’s, dreams.
Continue reading What Dreams May Come?
She has had a quite interesting journey in her life so far. A privileged and mostly ignored daughter of one of the most famous actors and a suicidal mother, she grew up not knowing herself. This is a tragic situation for an Idealist, for she hid her excessive Idealist’s guilt and naivety with eating disorders and marrying three times. But, she slowly kept trying to understand herself, as Idealists are wont to do, finally doing so after 60 years. One of the most intriguing parts of this search was it took the frantic and opulent life of Ted Turner, an extremely extroverted and peripatetic Artisan, to make her finally need to say *stop* — “slow down” and then take a good look at herself. It took her almost a lifetime to find her voice and calling: teaching women’s issues — teaching the stuff — Jane Fonda actually experienced and conquered — rather than the political knowledge that she naively tried to pass off as her own, using her fame, and Idealist credulity, as an activist in her younger, reluctant-phony, days.
Continue reading "Make it better" is her mantra.
Latin intro – vert: to turn within
“My daughter is not an introvert,
— she’s pretty”
An anonymous mother’s exclamation
One Babe had a problem. She was an introvert – she was what they call shy — but she wanted to be an actress.
This Babe was lucky. At 17, she encountered “the most unforgettable character I’ve ever met.” The rest is history: for he, Salvatore, her unforgettable character, was not “intro-verted” — in fact he was far more gregarious than shy, or, in Latinized German jargon, he was “extro-verted.” He had wiggled himself into the Los Angeles music scene; he had paid his dues as a gofer and backup singer for Phil Spector’s record company.
She had said: “For better or worse, I never plan my life. I focus on today. I love spontaneity. That is what has put me in some strange and wonderful places in my life.”
So how did this shy but ambitious teenager, a high school dropout, once one of Warren Beatty’s uncountable hook-ups, with no plans, become The Diva of Rock?
Continue reading I Got You Babe: Isabel’s problem