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Ayn Rand's Definition of Love

10/27/2015

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There are two aspects of man's existence which are the special province and expression of his sense of life: Love and Art.

[...] Love is a response to values. It is with a person's sense of life that one falls in love-- with that essential sum, that fundamental stand or way of facing existence, which is the essence of a personality. One falls in love with the embodiment of the values that formed a person's character, which are reflected in his widest goals or smallest gestures, which create the style of his soul-- the individual style of a unique, unrepeatable, irreplaceable consciousness.

[...] It is not a matter of professed convictions (though these are not irrelevant); it is a matter of much more profound, conscious and subconscious harmony. Many errors and tragic disillusionments are possible in this process of emotional recognition, since a sense of life, by itself, is not a reliable cognitive guide. And if there are degrees of evil, then one of the most evil consequences of mysticism-- in terms of human suffering-- is the belief that love is a matter of "the heart" , not the mind, that love is an emotion independent of reason, that love is blind and impervious to the power of philosophy. Love is the expression of philosophy-- of a subconscious philosophical sum-- and, perhaps, no other aspect of human existence needs the conscious power of philosophy so desperately. 

When that power is called upon to verify and support an emotional appraisal, when love is a conscious integration of reason and emotion, of mind and values, then--and only then--it is the greatest reward of man's life. 

  -Ayn Rand, The Romantic Manifesto

Only Ayn Rand can make something like love sound so clinical. However, I encourage you to rend the chest and discover the heart of Rand's theory: I find her thoughts on love more graceful and romantic than a whole cache of Hallmark cards. This not to say I necessarily agree with Rand's politics, economics, or social theory. What I find most appealing about this is the acknowledgement that blindness in love, so-called "evil consequences of mysticism", really leads to tragedy. We are more apt to be guided by whim in love than in any other area of our lives. And whim, by definition, is fickle, untrustworthy, and absent direction. These are not descriptors I would want attached to a life partnership. Therefore, Rand suggests applying reason to your love.

Figure out why you love someone: Attraction is chemical, so that does not factor. Examine your partner's "sense of life". While this term suffers from Rand's own mysticism, and "is not a reliable cognitive guide", I take it to some concrete extremes:
  • What are her values?
  • Where does he place most of his energy?
  • How does she look at the world? With love? With malice? 
  • Does he constantly seek knowledge and wisdom? 
Then, take this "sense of life" and place it alongside your own. Is it compatible? This is not meant to be a one-two-three step happy-hop to enlightenment. I'm not a huge fan of taking things (or myself) seriously, but I think love is one thing to treat seriously. In attempting to comprehend the magnitude and complexity of love, you are not confining it, nor labeling it, but acknowledging its power. Question love, try to understand love, promote love. After all, it does make the world go 'round. 
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The Epic of Gilgamesh

10/16/2015

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I have fallen completely in love with the Epic of Gilgamesh. In college, I hated Gilgamesh. It took N.K. Sandars (though widely chastised by Sumerologists for her non-at-all-textual translations) to reveal the poetry of this epic to me. It is one of the oldest stories in human history (c. 4-3000BC) and predates Homer by 1,500 years! Originally written in Akkadian Cuneiform (earliest writing system of reed stylus scored clay), the Gilgamesh tablets were recovered from ancient Nineveh, in modern Iraq. The tablets were found piecemeal in the ruins of King Ashurbanipal's Library--- which is ironic: at what point does the museum itself become an artifact like those it houses? I suppose when it gets destroyed by a coalition of angry Babylonians and Scythians in 612BC.... 


The history Gilgamesh's initial translation is very interesting too. No, really, it is. Once the tablets were brought back to the British Museum in 1855, they sat in perfect mystery for ten years. It took a janitor in the British Museum to unlock its secrets: George Smith, a real life Good Will Hunting, taught himself Akkadian and discovered that much of The Epic was missing. After years of scorn and jealousy for this neophyte, Smith was finally sent to Nineveh to find more tablets. Not only did Smith locate a missing section, but found an account of the Great Deluge, the part most famous and important to antiquity. It told the story of a great flood which wiped out human civilization, except for one man, Utnapishtim, whom the gods granted immortality. Sound familiar? Enter Moses' Sumerian counterpart. So, George Smith became a household name in parlor rooms of Europe's high society, much to the chagrin of decorated scholars. They promptly sent poor George away again. He died near Aleppo of sickness and hunger, penniless and alone. OK, lesson learned: Do not embarrass the pencil-necks of the British Museum. 

What I wanted to say, before the excitement of Gilgamesh's backstory swept me up, is that this Epic is sealed in supreme poetry. Beside the obvious monster-slaying, divine encounters with the Sumerian pantheon, and journey to the end of the earth, Gilgamesh is ultimately the tale of a man obsessed by his own mortality. At its heart is the relationship between King Gilgamesh and Enkindu. Enkindu was crafted by the goddess Aruru to be Gilgamesh's equal, a soulmate if you will. How the two men meet is truly the stuff of a legendary romance:  (SPOILERS BELOW)

When their King becomes tyrannical, the people of Uruk cry out. It is when a trapper sees the Wild Man that a solution presents itself. Shamhat (a divine whore, basically) is sent to tempt Enkindu from wilderness into civilization. Actually, let's spend a minute on Shamhat: how heartbreaking is it that a woman is sent to lead man astray, out of paradise... Oh, wait. Anyway, Enkindu, now wise to pleasures of the flesh, follows a whore to Uruk. Gilgamesh is waiting, though, having heard that one had come to challenge his throne. After slinging boasts and insults, Gilgamesh and Enkindu get into scuffle. But, this is no mere bar fight. Our two heroes throw each other through doorposts and walls, snort like bulls, and shake Uruk to its very foundations. Finally, Gilgamesh manages to pin the Wild Man down. Instead of fury, Enkindu is full of grace.  He says, "There is not another like you in the world". Breathless and humbled, Gilgamesh helps Enkindu up and embraces him. The two are inseparable from then on. 

Through a series of tribulations common to many epics, Enkindu finds himself cursed by Ishtar, goddess of Love, who had vied for and lost the attentions of Gilgamesh. On his deathbed, Enkindu has a series of tormented dreams of the underworld that legitimately terrify me. Trying to calm his friend, Gilgamesh leans close and says: "The dream was marvelous but the terror was great; we must treasure the dream whatever the terror." Then, Enkindu dies in his arms. Stricken by grief, Gilgamesh rips his clothes and utters one of the most romantic lines I've ever read:
"I will make the princes of the earth kiss your feet. The joyful people will stoop with sorrow; and when you have gone to earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion."

​And he does. Gilgamesh journeys the world over. There, he encounters Siduri, matron of a bar at the edge of the world and immortal Utnapishtim. After a lifetime of searching, the King returns weary to his Kingdom. Instead of returning a hero, made immortal, Gilgamesh returns a plain man, dressed in animal skins. He decides that instead of achieving immortality, his greatest feat is to be a good king to his people. How un-epic is that?! It's an entirely modern theme: Do as much good as you can in your short life. Live well and love well. And that's why 
The Epic of Gilgamesh is a lasting work of art. Though, I don't know what it says about me that I think literature lived and died 6,000 years ago. 
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Favorite Quotes: Willa Cather

10/16/2015

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"For the first time, perhaps, since that land emerged from the waters of geologic ages, a human face was set toward it with love and yearning. It seemed beautiful to her, rich and strong and glorious. Her eyes drank in the breadth of it, until her tears blinded her. Then the Genius of the Divide, the great free spirit which breathes across it, must have bent lower than it ever had before. The history of any country begins in the heart of a man or of a woman."
--O Pioneers!
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Favorite Quotes: W.B. Yeats

10/16/2015

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No Second Troy

Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways
Or hurled the little streets upon the great, 
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire;
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?


I may be so bold as to say W.B. Yeats is my favorite poet. Such loftiness! Such loveliness! Such unrequited love! "No Second Troy" was written for Maud Gonne, a woman who spurned Yeats in his prime and whom the poet never got over. Seriously. When, Maude's daughter, Iseult, was of age, Yeats proposed to her too! Iseult took after her mother's taste in men, though, and also refused the Poet Laureate of Britain. 

​I like to imagine a teenage Yeats, built like a wet noodle, chasing chickens over the Irish countryside. He'll pause to blow his nose and soliloquize. Something about a romantically inept genius is hilarious to me. 
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Favorite Quotes: FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE

10/16/2015

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Friedrich, Nietzsche. Thus Spake Zarathustra. Trans. Thomas Common. Amherst: Prometheus, 1993. Print.
"Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his blood."

"I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star."

"And though you were of the race of the hot-tempered, or of the voluptuous, or of the fanatical, or the vindictive; All your passions in the end became virtues, and all your devils became angels." 

"Courageous, unconcerned, scornful, coercive-- so wisdom wishes us; she is a woman, and always loves a warrior."

"I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance."
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