“I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters ‘a very good God damn’; that ‘an artist, a man, a failure’ is no whenfully accreting mechanism, but a givingly eternal complexity–neither some soulless and heartless ultrapredatory infra-animal nor any un-understandingly knowing and believing and thinking automaton, but a naturally and miraculously whole human being–a feelingly illimitable individual; whose only happiness is to transcend himself, whose every agony is to grow.”
— E.E. Cummings, i six nonlectures
E.E. Cummings (yes, you do capitalize his name.) is my favorite all-time poet. I am reading his six nonlectures and am finding every bit as uplifting, enlightening, and unconventional as his poetry. The quote above is one he ends the last “nonlecture” with and seems to sum up the whole of his body of work. I’ll share insights as they come.
I am not so critical of science as he but I embrace wholeheartedly his vision for humankind — my only happiness is to transcend myself, my every agony is to grow.