{"id":28769,"date":"2025-08-22T11:05:37","date_gmt":"2025-08-22T15:05:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=28769"},"modified":"2025-08-22T11:05:45","modified_gmt":"2025-08-22T15:05:45","slug":"glancing-at-all-the-worldly-immortalities-and-then-moving-on","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2025\/08\/glancing-at-all-the-worldly-immortalities-and-then-moving-on\/","title":{"rendered":"Glancing at All the Worldly Immortalities, and Then Moving On"},"content":{"rendered":"
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[Image: “I Came to Pass, But Not to Stay,” by John E. Simpson. (Photo shared here under a Creative Commons License; for more information, see\u00a0this page<\/a>\u00a0at\u00a0<\/em><\/em><\/em>RAMH.)<\/em><\/em>]<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

From whiskey river’s commonplace book<\/a><\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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There is a joy in the actual taste of vanilla ice cream that does not come from knowing the chemical formula of vanilla<\/span>. There is a joy, an inherent aliveness in the body that you can experience if you pay attention to your body. But if you live up in your head, in your words all the time, you don\u2019t notice it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Charles T. Tart [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and<\/a>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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1.) We judge matters so superficially that ordinary acts and words, done and spoken with some flair and some knowledge of worldly matters, often succeed better than the greatest cleverness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2.) To be too dissatisfied with ourselves is a weakness. To be too satisfied with ourselves is a stupidity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

3.) Mean-spirited mediocrities, especially those with a smattering of learning, are the most likely to be opinionated. Only strong minds know how to correct their opinions and abandon a bad position.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

4.) Wealth does not teach us to transcend the desire for wealth. The possession of many goods does not bring the repose of not desiring them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

5.) We so love all new and unusual things that we even derive a secret pleasure from the saddest and most tragic events, both because of their novelty and because of the natural malignity that exists within us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

6.) There is no one who cannot derive great help and great benefit from learning; but there are also only a few people who do not receive a great harm from the light and knowledge they have received by learning, unless they use their knowledge in a manner both fit and natural for them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

7.) Self-love is even deceived by self-love, because by looking out for our own interests and disregarding those of other people, we lose the advantage that comes with the exchange of favors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

8.) Often the desire to appear competent impedes our ability to become competent, because we are more anxious to display our knowledge than to learn what we do not know.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(From the Maxims of Madame de Sabl\u00e8<\/em>, translated from the French by Arthur Chandler [source: nothing canonical, but pieces of it floating around here and there<\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From elsewhere:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He looked up at the empty clouds, and as he died he wondered, not for the first time but for the very last, why it should be that we are made for a bright world, but live in a dark one.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Lev Grossman [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The big house stood as firmly rooted in the soil of Denmark as the peasants\u2019 huts, and was as faithfully allied to her four winds and her changing seasons, to her animal life, trees and flowers. Only its interests lay in a higher plane. Within the domain of the lime trees it was no longer cows, goats, and pigs on which the minds and the talk ran, but horses and dogs. The wild fauna, the game of the land, that the peasant shook his fist at when he saw it on his young green rye or in his ripening wheat field, to the residents of the country houses were the main pursuit and the joy of existence. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The writing in the sky solemnly proclaimed continuance, a worldly immortality. The great country houses had held their ground through many generations. The families who lived in them revered the past as they honoured themselves, for the history of Denmark was their own history.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Isak Dinesen [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Day Beginning with Seeing the International Space Station and a Full Moon over the Gulf of Mexico and All Its Invisible Fishes <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

None of this had to happen.
Not Florida. Not the ibis\u2019s beak. Not water.
Not the horseshoe crab\u2019s empty body and not the living starfish.
Evolution might have turned left at the corner and gone down another street entirely.
The asteroid might have missed.
The seams of limestone need not have been susceptible to sand and mangroves.
The radio might have found a different music.
The hips of one man and the hips of another might have stood beside
each other on a bus in Aleppo and recognized themselves as long-lost brothers.
The key could have broken off in the lock and the nail-can refused its lid.
I might have been the fish the brown pelican swallowed.
You might have been the way the moon kept not setting long after we thought it would,
long after the sun was catching inside the low wave curls coming in
at a certain angle. The light might not have been eaten again by its moving.
If the unbearable were not weightless we might yet buckle under the grief
of what hasn\u2019t changed yet. Across the world a man pulls a woman from the water
from which the leapt-from overfilled boat has entirely vanished.
From the water pulls one child, another. Both are living and both will continue to live.
This did not have to happen. No part of this had to happen.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

(Jane Hirshfield [source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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