31 December 2007

We Have Forgotten

Some thoughts on remembering, as the new year approaches...

From "Walking on Water" by Madeleine L'Engle (quite possibly the best book ever written, period):

"In art, either as creators or participators, we are helped to remember some of the glorious things we have forgotten, and some of the terrible things we are asked to endure, we who are children of God by adoption and grace.
In one of his dialogues, Plato talks of all learning as remembering. The chief job of the teacher is to help us to remember all we have forgotten. This fits in well with Jung's concept of racial memory, his belief that when we are enabled to dip into the intuitive, subconscious self, we remember more than we know. One of the great sorrows which came to huma
n beings when Adam and Eve left the garden was the loss of memory, memory of all that God's children are meant to be.
Perhaps one day I will remember how to walk across Dog Pond.

"We Have Forgotten" by Sixpence None the Richer---

Dreams, inconsistent angel things.
Horses bred with star-laced wings.

But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly.

These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town.

One goes up and one goes down.

And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound.

We have forgotten (don't try to make me fly)

How it used to be (I'll stay here, I'll be fine).

How it used to be (don't go and let me down)
How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).

When wings beat the night sky 'bove the ground,

Will I unwillingly shoot them down

With all my petty fears and doubts, down, down?

We have forgotten (am I in love with this?)

How it used to be (my constant broken ship)

How it used to be (don't go, I'll shoot you down),

How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).

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