In literature, a young man reaches the "coming of
age" moment when he understands the mores of society and no longer
believes in magic. Deep inside, though,
there resides a spark of imagination (call it the muse, creativity, or
dissatisfaction with the mundane). For some,
this causes inner tension. For some, the
magic is dispelled and the mores of society supersede any personal, emotional,
or artistic endeavors. For some, there
is no alignment with the mores of society at all, which often leads to
"the starving artist".
Pondering the tension of opposites is my personal theme and
has been for decades. Which is more
essential- the mores or the magic? I
have come to believe (in my own philosophical journey) that both are exactly
the same. There cannot be one without
the other.
Balance? No! That is not the theme of this post and not the
goal of this life. There is no equality
in the mores or the magic. The
opposites, in my personal philosophical theory, do not hold true to a
mathematical equation. Each require 100
percent, which makes no sense because having both would equal 200 percent (a
mathematical impossibility). Of course, there is a natural balance of
opposites: day and night, hot and cold, and so on. But the abstract ideas that define our
existence are watered down when we examine them in numerical terms.
I have collected examples of this phenomenon- the opposites
of this life- and the idea holds true time and time again. It is never simply one or the other; nor is
it a balance of two poles. Each end of
the spectrum is 100 percent essential and we whirl around the center of the
opposites in a never-ending spiral. Life
is the magic Fibonacci golden number inside, outside, and forever.
