Posts Tagged ‘Parmenides’

The River Calls to Me

July 25, 2016


River Bluff photographed by Wayne White

Everything flows; nothing remains.

Heraclitus of Ephesus

Cooling rains have darkened Missouri this Monday morning for a spell. Over coffee, I’m enjoying a quiet space before I pack and drive ninety minutes to join two high school comrades for a fishing excursion on the Gasconade River. Reports of smallmouth bass activity are encouraging, and I am ready to leave civilization for awhile once again. The rhythm of advance and retreat has punctuated my spiritual pulse throughout the life cycles between society and wilderness, public and private. From my early years in the ministry and later years in education, I have recalled with interest the traffic patterns of Jesus as recorded in the Gospel of Mark, a life of advance and retreat between the Galilean villages and the wilderness. Every time his public ministry heated up with intensity, a pericope follows recording his withdrawal into solitude. Likewise my vacation stretch over the past week has vacillated between a roomful of relatives or friends and my withdrawal into quiet solitude.

My imagination wanders down many corridors as I contemplate that pregnant passage from Heraclitus, as he viewed the essence of reality as a river–always flowing, changing, and never remaining fixed.  Later, Parmenides would counter with his worldview of Being as a static, eternal essence, with change existing only as an illusion. My personal view sees both extremes, like that bluff pictured above, holding steadfast as a river flows past it. The older I get, the more initrigued I become with life, looking over my own past, as well as studying the history of our magnificent globe, pondering the changes while at the same time seeking some kind of bedrock, some fixed point, some kind of an anchor.  I think we all do that.  Every time I retreat to a vacation and abandon my personal day-to-day work schedule, I think on the myriad of details that flow by around the clock, and muse over what matters, what remains fixed in my consciousness and desire.  Moments like this are the best portions of a vacation, to me.

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I paint in order to remember.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.

The Enrichment of Life Cycles

July 14, 2015
Staff Sgt. Jerry Tripp

Staff Sgt. Jerry Tripp

It is a common point from which I start; for there again and again I shall return.


All things, indeed, are subjected to a rotary motion, either gradual and partial or rapid and complete, from the planet and system to the simplest shellfish and pebbles on the beach; as if all beauty resulted from an object turning on its own axis, or others turning about it.

Henry David Thoreau, Journal, March 15, 1842

Contrary to the negative perspective of life as a vicious cycle, I argue that life naturally moves in a circle, and there is beauty in that. One of my favorite Emerson essays is “Circles.” As an artist, I am always cycling back to work I’ve done in years past, and even revisiting advice I was handed in high school by skilled and sensitive art teachers. This past week, I revisited a chronic issue I face in my personal practice–I simply do not draw enough. I have returned to the sketchbook, hoping that this time it might “take”. Sketchbook artists I have always held in the highest reverence, but the practice, I have never myself followed faithfully since high school. Picasso was always going back to his earliest sketchbooks, seeking inspiration and ideas to redo. I regret that I only possess one sketchbook from my high school years, though I used up many. Above I am posting my first attempt to draw a portrait of my dad from a photo taken around 1952 when he served in Korea. I have put out a request for friends to write tribute letters to him that I’ll transfer to custom greeting cards, and deliver August 4. My task now is to create a series of cards with pencil portraits of him on the front and the typed greetings inside from my friends. Already a good number have arrived and I have saved them all.

Back to the circle idea, my perspective of our present culture perceives people as goal-directed, setting out personal objectives and trying to meet them in a straight line. Any expression like “vicious cycle” or “spinning my wheels” is an expression of frustration when I hear it. I am not going to set out my personal biography at this juncture, but I can summarize it as a circuitous odyssey, and one that I am regretting less as I get older. The philosopher Hegel saw history, not just as a straight line, but as a circular series of movements we now label as thesis, antithesis, synthesis. The synthesis then becomes the new thesis. When I look at that model, I see history as a spiral, and though it goes in circles, it nevertheless is going somewhere. When I go back to pick up an idea from my personal past, I am not the same person that first encountered that experience, and after revisiting it, I am no longer the same person who went back to take a look.

Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Circles”

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to remember.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.