We live in a culture that urges us to forget the past, to overcome it, to dismiss it as irrelevant.
The family is such a connective artery to our genetic past.
We also witness this reconnection in how race and sex and any natural phenomenon, not directly linked to systemic stability and individual comfort, are dismissed or debased.
In this age, as I see all around me, sex itself is becoming a matter of personal choice, further disconnecting the individual from nature and offering him the delusion of free-will, when the entire methodology is meant to leave him vulnerable to current exploitation and vulnerable to trends and fashions.
If there is disillusionment then it can be understood as this disconnection form historical contexts, where narratives and official stories are offered to replace it.
The slow degradation of tradition is such a severing…just as is the death of God, which was a source of identification for the masses who could not think beyond a certain level and needed a fast, comforting, self-identifying source.
Experience can be thought of as one’s personal history and how this determines his choices and expectations.
But this is the only one permitted, because it can be controlled, whereas the immutable past can neither be changed nor neglected…but it can be dismissed and forgotten.
Erase an individual’s heritage, detach him form his bloodlines and sexuality, as these have been determined by an past, and we have fabricated a tabula rasa: an artificial clean slate that can be written upon by any charlatan and clever little mind that comes along.
Instead what we have is the current rise of “Immediacy.”
Immediate gratification, immediate expectations, immediate identifications.
This is what I would call shallow.
This obsession with living in the present, or overcoming the past, is this attempt to detach one from his anchoring.
The past is not overcome it is only dealt with and built upon.
Not the self-serving, self-flattering version, but the one which takes courage and introspection and honesty to cope with.
To know thyself is to know this past as intimately and deeply as we possibly can; it is to accept it, good and bad, flattering and unflattering, to, at least, offer ourselves the option of coming to terms with it before we die, or doing something about it while still alive.
How many feel like this anymore…