Wednesday, January 6, 2010


If the collective subconscious is the final level of culpability, then perhaps the chaos of reality owes its continuation to a force mightier than human will, human greed, human ambition, or human lethargy, and what force could that be? There is the Romantic assumption, Nature, the wild, the untamed wind, storms, hail, locusts, earthquakes, eclipses, filled with the patterns of hibernation and the unknown of volcanoes; there is the medieval assumption that is the strings of Nature are manipulated by God; there is the ancient view that all things are foretold by the Heavens. But a pox on all those mythologies; this room remains overflowing with people who refuse to take responsibility for their own actions, much less anyone else's or the collective's.

Checked out Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy; upon gazing at the 2 1/2 inch thick spine (500+ pages), the librarian automatically extended the due date, by an extra month. Optimistic for all of us, especially for a book on melancholy.

It's January. I'm reading a 500+ page book entitled The Anatomy of Melancholy. You figure it out.