Why Writing is a Form of Personal Therapy
By: J. L. LawsonThere is nothing like writing to allow your thoughts to coalesce into solid plot-lines, characters, settings… yes even opinions. I add opinions to that list of literary devices for the simple reason that if an author doesn’t have firmly held convictions on the topics that her/his writing touches, she/he will not have the necessary authenticity to convince their readership of anything but the most banal. Let me offer an example from my own meditations—which I generally refer to as my “pre-writing”—those relaxing hours after a day’s writing has concluded. I was at the time faced with how to verbalize, through one of my characters, a definite stance one way or the other on what was the clear distinction between what is assumed and believed, versus what can be readily verified and acted upon. I used my next blog post as a “therapeutic” outlet for sorting that issue out in my own mind. What follows is how that effort worked out for me.
“In a previous post on this blogsite, I outlined what is the scientific method and what is the specific nomenclature associated with that discipline. Here I would like to draw the reader’s attention to what is its antithesis. Namely: belief. For example, and I use this as merely the most obvious of the myriad demonstrations of non-reason rampant among our brothers and sisters cohabiting this blue marble: the Theory of Evolution.
One does not have to listen all too carefully during the space of any single given week to overhear someone declare, “I don’t believe in evolution.” Such a declaration is a non-starter in its essence, as well as a most indicative signal of the abandonment of our common inheritance that is Reason. Science is the culmination of our shared exploration of the world in which we live. It is the singular method whereby we as a species can establish a sound basis for shared knowledge and, hopefully, understanding. Yet however rich is that legacy, and how fruitful is its bounty, there are still innumerable persons of our family who have turned a blind eye and deaf ear to that inheritance.
Verifiable and repeatable experimental investigation and research which corroborates an idea, how ever discombobulating to an individual personally, does not require belief or disbelief. It stands. As Churchill pointed out most eloquently, “The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.” The unmitigated audacity of the thought that the act of “disbelief” can in some miraculous way change the reality of a given successful and reliable measure of the world in which we live depends far more on the supernatural than is either wise or safe. Further, such an abandonment of reason is tantamount to denying one’s own humanity. And I can illustrate such a statement rather simply.
The pervasive and systematic process of change observed to be a ubiquitous aspect of reality is the most obvious topic at hand for illustration: the Theory of Evolution. And please note the use capitalization because it is a proper name—not simply “evolution,” the natural process independent of theories. It has as its foundation an observable phenomenon, indisputably reliable with overwhelming evidence of its action upon and throughout the world and observable universe around us. What has so irked certain persons about this theory, however, isn’t that evolution doesn’t exist or isn’t observable, but that it applies to all of us—every single person or thing. And therein lies the rub; there are those who cannot imagine themselves so intricately bound to all that is around them.
The crisis of perception that allows a person to set him or herself beyond the sphere of all the rest of the natural world is: psycopathy—and I use that term with utmost discretion—which in its most basic sense is: a dysfunction of the psyche.
If that were the be all and end all of the crisis we could merely pity those with the condition and move on, however it’s not the condition in itself that is so troublesome, albeit heinously deluded. It is all the rest of the error-thinking associated with the condition that is in fact so dangerous. (Read: tip of iceberg and Titanic.) Underlying this “disbelief” is a miasma of magical thought so contrary to reality it threatens not only humanity but the existence of life itself as we know it. Once a person sets him or herself apart from the fabric of common existence which we are in reality part and parcel, one inevitably feels oneself empowered, even mandated to assume all kinds of notions regarding one’s separate, most often self-described elevated, status. That separation is the root and cause of all that follows. Without a realization of our connectedness to all that surrounds us, one can so easily judge and condemn anything that strikes one as threatening to one’s lofty imperiousness. Even to the point of actually suggesting that there are some people worthy of compassion and others that are not. ACTUAL PEOPLE! But it doesn’t end there. In one’s misguided delusional state, all of Nature is then transformed to a condition of disposability. Through the generational maintenance of that delusion has been effected all manner of abuses upon this singular world of our common arising. All the ills of our history can be traced to this very dysfunction of perception: all war, every oppression, the existence of slavery, poverty and destruction, every act of pollution, reinforced and institutional malnutrition and hunger… even up to and including: disease.
The “justification” for all of this, which is so contrary to the sanctity of the very life that same person ostensibly cherishes, is so inanely touted as “righteousness” that it is absolutely relevant to describe it as psycopathy—NOT a matter of belief or disbelief—And therefore completely antithetical to sentient and sapient life everywhere, let alone the achievement of a scientific legacy. It is a blatant disregard of our birthright of Reason: a willing abdication of obligation, responsibility and integrity.
It is not a stretch to suppose that what was actually in the mythical box which according to legend Pandora opened and unleashed upon the world was: Ignorance, i.e.: Belief without Reason, and though the box appeared to be empty after the beast was loosed there was left inside only: Hope. And for all our sakes, let’s not lose sight of at least the possibility of man’s possible psychological evolution. There is a scientific basis for that hope.”
So, with that in hand, I hope you will take the time, when faced with a similar issue or set of issues to put your thoughts into words, massage the words and come to a greater clarity for yourself at least. I guarantee that your readers will appreciate having something of substance to chew on rather than a poorly assembled patchwork of if’s and maybe’s.
The Elf & Huntress is the beginning of a long and winding trail from power to obscurity, from infamy to glory for a naïve lass from the highlands. On a simple off-planet assignment she’s dragged screaming into an underworld she couldn’t have fathomed existed. A scarred and liberated prisoner, she rises to become the feared Captain of the Lascorii Secret Services, avenging nemesis of the vilest pirate plaguing the worlds underwritten by the Seranath Trade Guild, with a hand-picked crew—and one diminutive, rather officious Seranim Guild Agent who learns for herself that Wish is the most powerful thing in the Universe…
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