January 17th, 2021


“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
Frank Herbert, Dune

It's not about me

"HILLMAN: To the Gods. I feel that these things occur, and they are what the psyche wants or sends me. What the Gods send me. There’s a lovely passage from Marcus Aurelius: “What I do I do always with the community in mind. What happens to me, what befalls me, comes from the Gods.” And befall is a very important word, because that’s where the word case comes from: cadere, to fall. And in German the word for a case is fall. So what falls on you is what happens to you, is the origins of the Greek word pathos too—what drops on you, what wounds you, what happens to you, what falls on you, how you fall, the way the dice fall." — James Hillman, We've Had a Hundred Years of Psychotherapy (pp. 35-36) (my emphasis)

I've quoted the entire passage from James Hillman's book, and for a moment (if you don't mind) pause to consider its accuracy to your life.

Or at least that's what I did and am still doing, alongside the audiobook that I'm listening to (it was free on Audible), namely, The Unlikely Peace at Cuchumaquic: The Parallel Lives of People as Plants: Keeping the Seeds Alive by Martín Prechtel.

Gods, what Gods I hear you say?

The ones that live in your bones, your spirit self and, most especially of all, your ancestry.

You see, I don't believe it's an accident we're here, and more than that our purpose, as empty as it might sometimes feel, is already marked out for us.

Does that make me a fatalist?

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