In the old song there is a familiar
refrain. It is either happy or sad, depending upon the memory of
it. And how often memory ill serves the present.
If it were 'Love', an orderly mind would require a
definition that had more to it than 'beyond understanding'. This way
an orderly mind might consider emotion as belonging to something
material. A chemical production of the body, perhaps consequent to
observation, perception and that part of personality that often seems to
need. An interaction generated through the thousands and thousands
of years of evolution that results in this creature I am.
Something has to be said or done. But
what? There is always the "Hallmark" moment. A call
to precedent. A neutral tone that leads the wary over the razor
wire. And afterwards the right or wrong of it, the wishing part, can
While memory often ill serves the present, it is all
we have with which to consider tomorrow. Otherwise everything would be
new and fresh and incomprehensible. The value of culture is it tells
you what to do if it so happens that within you there is no past. One
wears the suit, not knowing why. One bows to the Queen, not knowing
why. One takes the smallest strawberry, not knowing why. Yet it
has all been done before.
These things belong to mourning, and in the old song
there is a familiar refrain that should be beautiful in its sadness, but
often is not.