Crowding the Line
Late in October 2012, we attended a performance of “Moby
Dick” executed masterfully by the San Francisco Opera. While, as a barbershop singing enthusiast, I
didn’t particularly enjoy the atonal operatic voicing of the production, the principals
gave a phenomenal rendering, and the orchestral interpretation and staging of
this profoundly dark and philosophical work were awe-inspiring.
One thing especially stuck with me – Ahab’s
late-in-the-chase lament:
“What
is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden
lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all
natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me
ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as
dare?”
There I was, retired for more than a year attending the
opera in San Francisco – 2,000 miles from home in Kentucky, brooding about how
to get my new invention plus 40 years worth of motivational resources into
mainstream circulation; conjuring plans for patching the concrete driveway
before another winter sets in; lamenting the state of my physical conditioning
as I watched multitudes of bicyclists (mostly European) tackling the brutal
inclines and desolate wastelands around the bay area ...
Our cat is clearly not impressed by the preoccupation! Try explaining to a cat why you must haul
your carcass out of bed before dawn every morning and work beyond sundown when
all you really have to do is
open a can of tuna and fill the water dish to make it through the day …
Or try explaining it to the legions of street people omnipresent
in San Francisco who were eking out their daily existence pan-handling on
almost every street corner and relishing the harvest from neighborhood trash
bins ...
Then the reasons for so much crowding begin to dawn:
There is not an endless supply of canned tuna in the pantry
or clean water for the water dish; and the kitty litter does need to be tended; and safe surroundings, a warm bed and kitty
treats and toys don’t simply fall out of the sky; and there’s always tomorrow to think about …
As for the street people, somebody has to provide the streets (and clean the streets) to draw
the traffic and earn the money from which handouts are possible … and fill the
dumpsters … and provide the public toilets … and pay the taxes … and staff the
emergency rooms … and run the busses …
It makes one want to start crowding a little bit more!
Crowd the line on SANITY
… on SOLVENCY… on SUSTAINABILITY
… on LIFE MASTERY
… on TOTAL INTENTIONAL LIVING
… on DECENCY
… on A FUTURE WORTH LIVING
If not you … WHO?
If not now … WHEN?
Quartermaster