FIB: Colossal
“If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.
No nation on earth can possibly give birth to a new order of life until a world view is established. We have learned through bitter mistakes that all the peoples of the earth are vitally connected, but we have not made use of that knowledge in an intelligent way. . . There will be no hope of peace until the old order is shattered. The world must become small again as the old Greek world was—small enough to include everybody. Until the very last man is included there will be no real human society. My intelligence tells me that such a condition of life will be a long time in coming, but my intelligence also tells me that nothing short of that will ever satisfy man. Until he has become fully human, until he learns to conduct himself as a member of the earth, he will continue to create gods who will destroy him.”
— The Colossus of Maroussi , Henry Miller
Today in Bracciano I’m thinking of Henry Miller’s words of men being as gods because the sky is blue and hot. Because when I think about his words I am filled with an expansive desire to reach out beyond any limits and to become who I know myself to be. Because Henry Miller’s words come loaded with a hard knowledge that strips life to its barest and most lean truths; life in its most abundant is often an objective to be worked towards on a path unique to each person. Henry Miller helps me to better envision my own multifarious forkings; he brings me nearer to the heart beat of universal life.
I know now that any influence I may have upon the world will be a result of the example I set and not because of my words.
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