I’ve tried to see everything as being a part of god—everything, including myself.
Yet, like Prometheus, I sometimes rage at god—at this life. I feel bound to rock. I rage at the things of this life, at the very things I try to see as god.
I work to be more accepting, more at peace. But this Prometheus aspect too often overwhelms me. In such moments, I am lost—my better self is lost.
That raging Prometheus aspect is in pain. I would like to heal that pain.
…I’ve also found something positive in that rage, in that frustration. There’s a driving force in that anger. It can drive me in many good ways…
It can drive me to change; it can drive me to achieve. It can drive me to work against injustice.
But I know it can also drive me to hell.
So how do I resolve this conflict?—this conflict between the part of me that wants to rage and the part that wants to feel at peace?
It’s an important question, a question not only for me, but for our new mythology…
…because I believe I share this basic conflict with the rest of the world.
Well, perhaps I could rage part of the time, then take periodic breaks to sit by the waterfall and be at rest.
But would those breaks be enough? After all that raging, I might be sitting there in guilt—if not exhaustion.
I’ve decided on a different plan…
…an audacious plan…
…a hope for dreamers…
…or maybe an idea for fools:
What if I could achieve some degree of peace even as I rage? What if I can catch myself before being completely overwhelmed by Prometheus…
…so that I stand somewhat outside the rage, even as I rage? Maybe then I could maintain the drive of the rage, without losing my better angel.
Yes, I know this tactic would require steady awareness. I’d have to be able to stand on the line without going over the line. I’d probably lose more times than I’d win. But I know it’s possible, because I’ve done it before—though rarely, very rarely.
In any case, I see no better alternative. Even if I became a hermit, I’d still have to live in this world.
Every single person on the planet must deal with injustice, in one form or another. I want to deal with injustice, and when prompted by my better angel, do what I can to change an unjust situation. But while doing the good work, I don’t want to be eating my own heart and liver.
PROMETHEUS OF THE EAST
to this cliff rock
an unseen god
yet at this waterfall
I also praise all
the drops of god
© 2011, Michael R. Patton