Couplet

In thy long Paradise of Light

No moment will there be

When I shall long for Earthly Play

And mortal Company —

Emily Dickinson #1145

40 of 40

We are sentenced to Mortal company, because, well, we are here. Emily Dickinson fully controlled that, living at home, connecting on paper with herself, then a small number of others.

In her control, she was free. In a day, a week, her mind went from doubt:

“Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
The channel of the dust who once achieves
Invalidates the balm of that religion
That doubts as fervently as it believes.”

To Faith:

”In thy long Paradise of Light

No moment will there be

When I shall long for Earthly Play

And mortal Company -“

And I am sure back again.

Our minds, the thing you are using now, sometimes cease reacting to beauty and fear and give the Earthly Play a break, absenting yourself from mortal Company to hold this time and place away from reaction – maybe to some understanding.

These 40 dances in dim silence, these pieces, attempts, are as incoherent in conclusion as Emily’s exquisite mind. 1145 attempts by Emily were held, (some just brushed against), and those 40, (those which I have no memory of before these days), attempted harmony. 854 to go next year.

Today is a day of incidence, the era, but this day – the oxymoronic Good Friday, where a future Good has naming rights to a day remembered for murder.

Couplets happen all the time: salt & pepper, Faith & fear, love & hate. The couplet of extreme humanity embodied in our profane acts – from Emily’s words to the cruelty of Good Friday is simply who we are. Like poems 1144 and 1145.

Conclusions are left to belief. The unavoidable truth is that meaning has to have Faith or there can be no meaning in the inscrutable world given to us. The only fact that AI and “trusting the science” cannot touch is the love each of us feels, right now.

It was given to us, you, me, by God, for me through Jesus. It is the truth that passes all understanding, and is our humanity, which lives it. A couplet of inscrutable reality that is unavoidable. This couplet completes next year.