Thursday, February 13, 2014
Reason and Feeling
My heart's been racing nearly the whole day, and I can't get out of my mind that opinion piece in the New York Times nor the four hundred-odd comments, most of which are push-back. I'm thinking of Blaise Pascal whom I studied and read voraciously for quite some time. I'm thinking of his statement that all of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling. I am told or feel compelled to be reasonable, yet it's feeling that grips the back of my neck, threads like fish through my brain, brightly colored, still elusive. Is it laziness that prevents me from writing a letter with reason to the paper or a surrender to feeling? Is it ego that compels me to raise my voice and desire to be heard, to be, in a sense vindicated? That opinion piece by Devinsky and Friedman was the proverbial nail in the coffin, as I lay dying. There's no reason, there, only feeling and the feeling is only as desolate as freedom. Freedom feels like doing whatever the hell it wants with certainty, the powers that be be damned.