Life in a small town, The Inner Struggle

Contemplating The Transcendental … part 5 …

A Place Called Morning, Bill Douglas, from the album

Dan Jurac Fine Art Photo of Hoar Frost_DSC2972_Kinda cold today, -30 with the wind chill.  Clear and cold tonight, probably colder than -30 tonight with about 10 or 12 kph wind so it will feel colder yet. This is the first really cold day this winter so nothing to complain about. When it is clear the sun is wonderful but it is always cold. Hard choice warm and cloudy grey, or  cold and spectacularly clear, blue sky bright sun. The mood, yes one’s mood is quite different on dark days than on bright days, we were made for bright I think, the never ending quest for the light, the good, the beautiful, for love.

Listening to     Music by: Serendipity on Flute found at:

So, “cosmic guilt” .. a feeling which has haunted me most of my life, a feeling that some how I am not worthy, that I was made for something better and am failing in my task, my duty, my mission…

Robert Spitzer notes “For years, Saint Augustine had ignored a relationship with God by supposing that the fulfillment of worldly desires would bring true happiness. Yet a feeling of emptiness and loneliness within him kept revealing his incompleteness and his lack of true purpose and happiness. … the effects of conscience, one of which is an intense feeling of alienation when we have done something that we believe to be evil. Yet guilt goes beyond alienation from specific intentional activities . Philosophy and literature are replete with examples of a generic sense of guilt, the source of which seems at first to be ambiguous (e.g as found in Dostoyevsky’s “Crime and Punishment” and Kafka’s “The Trial”.

“… there are many theories about this, one important one is with respect to underliving our life, underating our potential and underestimating our dignity and destiny. It is a sense of wasting our lives—not living up to our full potential, and letting our true purpose slip through our fingers. … At this juncture, cosmic guilt and cosmic loneliness become intertwined, because the feeling of letting life pass by seems to involve a personal Being.  We seem to be ignoring not just an immense opportunity or a path to transcendence, but a personal Being who wants to give this to us.  We have a sense that this personal Being deserves our response and awaits our response, and if we do not give a response we feel the above mentioned guilt of ignoring a parent or a best friend who wants to help us. 

Crusaders Charge 2015-10-01-niles-aThere is another dimension of cosmic guilt intermeshed with the one mentioned above. We not only feel a responsibility to make the most of our own lives, and to respond to a personal Being who wants to help us to that goal, but also a responsibility to help in what was termed, “the cosmic struggle between and evil”.  … Carl Jung implies that we feel an involvement in a cosmic or spiritual struggle that goes beyond our concrete existence.  Modern myths of cosmic struggles between good and evil, such as “The Lord of The Rings”, “Harry Potter”, and “Star Wars”, reflect this common belief. We feel a responsibility to help the side of cosmic good and to fight the side of cosmic evil in a transcendent struggle that imbues our daily lives.

We sense that we are immersed in that struggle—whether we acknowledge it or not; and so when we ignore this cosmic dimension tof our lives, we feel like guilty bystanders who suspect that there is evil going on in the house next door but ignore it because we do not want to become involved in a struggle. Even if we are not religious people, we can sense the presence of evil—in people’s contemptuous words, in the milieu of hopelessness and anxiety, and in a culture that undermines principles and love.”

Well, I think that’s enough for today, something to think on and contemplate our sense of unfulfillment, no?

Not so many cheers this time


Aragorn: Stand your ground, stand your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come, when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves, and shattered shields when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! For all that you hold dear, on this good earth, I bid you stand, men of the west!