Wednesday, March 6, 2013

On Marriage—A series of Observations



On Marriage
—A series of Observations—

This has been brewing for a long while! What is it? An exciting article for Vogue or GQ? Juicy private confessions? Nope, then you’re looking for a glossy periodical from WHS! These are some of my convictions.

First—I’m a dyslectic! I just built a library.

It contains 120 years of my family’s books and a lot of my own stuff. It takes up a whole room in the house that Harald Haltvik bought in 1930. Some of his books are also there. Three generations later and my signature is exactly like his—same name, same pencil strokes! (I never knew until I opened the cover of one of his books!) How did I get the space to ‘waste’ on a library? Because of marriage—sis left her old girl’s room and got a husband! We had a room to spare! Suddenly these other married people’s books collected for over a century got a proper place to live. My babies? Maybe.

Why this topic? Because I’m dyslectic! I recently found myself in a bookshop—again! (I often do.) I love stories and knowledge, and I love books. As you may have gathered, I don’t read very fast, but I read quite a bit. More crucially, I remember! When I was a kid I was dubbed the class’ “sticky brain.” So, now I was at a book sale.

A lot of audiobooks were reduced and there was a further 50% discount on the sales-price. Double sale! You can say I “robbed the shop…” I used to produce audiobooks for a very distinguished production-studio, but I never really spent much time listening to them. Now the time had come!

The first day of audiobook listening I went on a 19 year long journey with Odysseus through the Mediterranean. Subsequently I started on ‘Pride and Prejudice.’ Sis had left a couple of Jane Austen books around the house when she moved out and I had read a bit in ‘Mansfield Park.’ To my surprise there was plenty of scope for a masculine angle in the stories. Hence, I decided that Austen’s sharp and sometimes sarcastic observations were male-friendly (unlike a large number of monstrous period dramas with annoying women in them!) Much can be said about the various textures of storytelling in Austen’s books, but I’ll leave that for another time. Here, we’re on about marriage. Some of the characters spend all their time thinking and talking about marriage but very little time nurturing their own. Mrs. Bennett is such a character and Mr. Bennett who is very different isn’t much better in his own way. It has been annoying me for days now as I have driven around listening to the story. The only rest for my head I have found in Mr. Darcy and Ms. Elizabeth Bennet’s sarcastic but occasionally accurate observations on the world around them. And I can’t help but think that the author—who have given her own name to the older sister Jane, is really hiding behind the sharp wits of Ms. Elzabeth.

I have been planning to write this for about three years. The book gave me the push. Bring on the Theology!

Who Married People Are

God made man first. Adam was his name for he was taken from the soil (Hebrew language, go figure). Then God gave Adam a number of tasks on the earth and Adam carried them out. Adam was to name all the animals and tend to the garden—but really, he was to name a whole lot more than just animals! To get to know every species and every part of the garden he’d have to climb trees, dig in the soil and turn every rock. He would have to make words for “hungry,” “tired,” “climb,” “digging,” “eating” and a whole lot of other verbs. Bill Johnson says that there’s one name of God that is not mentioned in the Bible. ‘Jehova Sneaky!’ God gave Adam some very clearly defined tasks, but his responsibilities would take him places that weren’t stated in the initial “contract.” The Bible says that God delights in mankind finding hidden truths and revelations in His creation. God knows where there’s gold in the ground, He knows where there are awesome wild strawberries!

By the time Adam had gotten on top of things in the garden he fully mastered his environment, he had developed accurate terms to describe his surroundings and verbal ways of expressing his emotions. He was fulfilling his God-given purpose. Note that he has to come to this stage before ‘Jehova Sneaky’ again kicks in and says something in the order of: “Lets examine everything I have made to see if there’s a suitable partner for you!” –as if God Himself didn’t know what He had created! It’s an evaluation-assignment from Adam’s employer: understand your own place in the system I have created! When the evaluation was done they concluded that there are no suitable partner for Adam. ‘Jehova Sneaky’ already knew. Adam learned something valuable by experience because God let him figure out. Adam now stood there in the garden, at the top of his game and having carried out everything God has told him to do.

God has only blown his spirit into the nostrils of one man and will never do this again—He didn’t repeat it for the woman for they have part in the same spirit and He won’t do it for another man or woman in another generation to come. Mankind was born and Adam at the time embodied it all! All! Everything you and I are part of, every potential in us and every likeness to God in us who are created in his image was established in mankind from the dawn of creation. Standing alone in the garden for the last time, Adam is ALL of mankind and embodies ALL of mankind! New genes, new spirit is not given to the woman who is to be made. It has already been given. God then does the incredible! He makes the man fall asleep and opens him up just to take things he has put into him out of him. Adam will never get these things back! Mental faculties of the soul are lost from him forever! —and God closed him up again. When Adam wakes up he is not “ALL of mankind” any more.

Adam is now half of mankind and many of his personality-traits inherited from God has been put into another creature. There’s no new Spirit being blown into nostrils. To cut a long story short, God instructs them that they are created “man and woman” and later on it says that they are “one flesh.” Even in the traditional Lutheran background that I come from those words make old pensioners put on a smile and a restrained laughter in weddings. Old couples sit there in their grandkids’ weddings and at the words “one flesh” their faces read something like: “Dang right preacher, I kno what ya’ talking ‘bout! Just wait till later tonight kids! Hehehe!” Ok, so there are plenty of jokes that can be made! But we’re forgetting the most important fact:

God took some ribs and a set of faculties from His own image out of Adam. And then He reunites them in ONE new creature. Fundamentally, that’s what marriage is!

Who’s are the tasks that God bestowed on Adam from the beginning now? Adam’s alone? Where were Eve’s ribs when Adam was commissioned to do these tasks? The original tasks of Adam can now only be completed by the new creature—the married couple!

There are plenty of purposes you should fulfil while still bumping around in the garden alone (some of us are still there because we belong there longer than others—it’s serious and not to be mocked!). There is a ridiculous notion in many churches that you’re not a complete young adult until you’re married! What happened? Is being a daughter, son, brother or sister now second rank? Jesus is a ‘son!’ –nuff said! But when you cross the line into the realms of marital union, there’s no turning back and there are new callings waiting on you! ‘Jehova Sneaky’ does surgery on you when He stitches your ribs together with someone else. A spiritual link is established. God reveals this when He says "What god has joined together let no man separate." They are “joined.” It’s not constant physical and they don’t think about each other all the time (soul), so we’re left with the last (or first) realm—they’re joined constantly in spirit.

For this reason we need spiritual revelation on what marriage is, cause it says that “the Word of God is sharper than a double edged sword” and that it splits the soul and the spirit asunder. Due to lack of knowledge we often think that what happens in our soul and emotions is spiritual. It carries spiritual significance, but the two must not be confused. God’s Word testifies itself that it is two different realms. We need God’s Word and revelation to distinguish between them.

Mrs. Bennett will not enter into her God-given destiny as long as she thinks that she has a purpose without Mr. Bennett that she is tied to. Mr. Bennett will not enter into his full God-given purpose as long as he stays passive and does not arise to takes charge and makes an effort to get his head around his wife’s feelings.

He’s all brain, she’s all emotion. One body, two faculties. Both reflecting the image of God. Both lost from that image without their union.

A man seeks to understand, a woman seeks to be understood. Who’s in the image of God? God understands how we feel (Jesus literally went through hell for us!) and He wants us to understand Him in return! See any similarities? He contains both view-points! That’s why ‘Jehova Sneaky’ still sends young men into the “gardens” of their days (family, society, the army, education, work or the mountains), to learn how to take the control they need to aim for God’s greater purpose with their lives and to learn how to express themselves when the day comes that they need to understand how their long lost ribs once made them able to think—and the two shall become one. One flesh not just for the wedding-bed, but most of all for the union of the two creatures to embody ALL of mankind! We leave nothing of value on this earth from pure self-realisation without substantial self-sacrifice.

This is what I believe to be the contract between man and woman:
-       Man is the head of the family. He is to set direction and rise as a masculine figure. He is to provide, pursue romantically, bring protection and be the head priest of the family.
-       The woman, when getting married, is hooking on to someone else’s headship. It once was meant to be her father, it now is her husband. When God says in Genesis that He wants to make a “helper” for the man, the Hebrew word that is used means exactly that: “helper!”

Both needs to regard the family vision higher than their individual visions. He has the highest authority; she is to be loved unconditionally.

A lot of modern philosophies uphold that this is a better deal for the man than the woman, not considering what the scripture bestows on the man’s shoulders. Paul charges the man to love his wife like “Christ loved the Church”—that means to the point of his own scorn, torture and painful death if need be! It also means to wrestle with the devil in a way that can only be won by the power of God in his life! When Christ was put in prison, flogged, beaten, the justice system is betraying him and he finally is put to death in a torturous multiple hour state between a very painful life on earth and a waiting hell—that’s what Paul means when he states the extent men should love their wives to. Someone still thinks Adam got the easy part of the bargain? No, I think they’re both in pretty deep! None of us can manage a hundred percent. That’s why we need forgiveness in relationships, exemplified by the forgiveness given by Christ.

Where To Go From Here?

A great couple that are doing marriage counselling was giving their advices on God TV about a year ago. They said that a lot of couples that comes to them for marriage counselling sit down on their sofa and looks at each other through a filter of problems. The first thing they make them do is to envision ‘the problem’ sitting on the table in front of them. They are now sitting side by side with no obstacles between them but a challenge ahead of them to be handled together.

I’m reminded of a film Bruce Willis did about a decade ago. I can’t remember what it was called and it probably wasn’t all that good, but one little part of it was out of this world amazing. The lead character and his wife had just split up and decided to give it one more go. So they went for a date like they once did before they got married. They meet in a bar and sit down for a drink. Conversation starts and she asks: “When was the first time you felt like you couldn’t make it?” A pause follows as he thinks. Calmly he replies “The first time I didn’t tell you about it!” No sparks comes across the screen, the bar they’ve chose doesn’t get any less un-charming (no offense to the bar-keeper!) and nothing appears to be changing around them. But the whole film changes entirely from there! —and so does their marriage! It’s the first stone in the cobbled street towards reconciliation. There are no big emotional outbursts, but the atmosphere is once again filled with trust. Trust is probably the most important ingredient in any relationship. I have looked around, but haven’t found anything more important yet.

A few years ago our Church in Leeds got a visit from the amazing Mr. Mal Fletcher. It was one of the messages that I really remember and I’ve listened through the tape a number of times. He talks about the passage in the Bible where it says “without a vision the people parish!” –but he goes much deeper! He has researched all the Hebrew words in the original texts and finds that it says more something like: “without a divinely provided redemptive revelation of God, people live wasted and unfruitful lives.” When the ribs of the original creation is re-united (marriage), the “one” creation needs to find “one” vision. Without a divinely provided redemptive vision of marriage common direction is wasted and subsequently bear no fruit.

I grew up together with my little Sis. She had the majority of male friends, I had the majority of female ones. None of us were in relationships and none of us went looking for it neither. We talked about why we had the friendship circles that we had and came up with several answers, but concluded that the main reason was that we had grown up with each other. Sis was used to an older boy around in me and I was used to a younger girl in her. The older we got, the closer friends we became and the central friendship in our lives became the two of us. Perhaps that’s why none of us were in a hurry to get into any relationship. Sis’ friendship-circle has changed after she got married and there’s another central relationship in her life. That’s a natural development.

I have a friend that I used to hang with a lot some years back. A lot of people thought we were a couple but we were not. She spoke with me about the boys she were dating and I usually thought girls who tried to be more than sisters were in the way of some very attractive mountains! One Spring she changed. It wasn’t all that fun to hang with her anymore and in spite of being one of the most flowery personalities I knew she suddenly felt kinda… boring! My mind came to a point where I thought: “this is where people sometimes separate down different roads or deliberately spend less time together.” I thought about it for a while and found it to be a faithless thought! —Kind of ashamed to even have thought the thought! I was aware that there’s an unwritten contract that arises between people when you both let each other very close and I found that this sort of contract was not to be broken. I remember thinking something down the line of: “I don’t care how boring she’ll get, I’ll stick with all my promises to her.” She stayed the same and only my determination changed my feelings (it does indeed!). Summer came and to my partial shame I discovered that my subconscious over-time working, fast-paced, people-analysing brain that usually serves me loads of information had missed out on something important! Exams were over, she got to sleep longer nights, eat more exciting food and spend more time out in the sun. The exam stress was gone and she returned back to normal, if not even better! It was one of the most powerful lessons I have ever had in sticking to decisions! It has led me to believe that love between people can’t die, because there’ll always be something left of what you initially got attracted to. But it may be obscured by events in life, suppressed for a while by circumstances or even suppressed by myself. There are no things that lets people out of such a obscured or suppressed state more than someone to come along and invest or re-invest faith in them!

In mountain leadership the power of sticking to one decision is a powerful principle. If you get lost and change your mind about direction at every obstacle or every day, you’re likely to start making circles or ending up in the middle of nowhere. If you take time to decide on a bearing and stick to it you’ll eventually get to a valley, a sea, a settlement or a river that leads to a people. Chances of surviving improves radically, but you might have to negotiate a lot of difficult terrain.

Odysseus sailed, swam and tumbled through the oceans with strong spiritual powers bent on opposing him, but he made it home after 19 years! His wife held back many powerful attempts to get her re-married and set a new direction for her life. Through all Odysseus’ strife she was the leading light that was always calling him home and that helped him stay out of temptation—pursuing both the direction and romance they shared through all sorts of mortal danger. All his men died on the journey, and alone he eventually made it home to Ithaca. It re-positioned his family’s fading grasp on the throne for the next generation and brought peace to the generation that was passing and had served before him. It blessed the entire family. Sounds like the perfect fairy-tale, but when you do it for 19 years straight it takes on the shape of hard, strenuous work. It was well rewarded. Very late and very joyfully!

Two spirits, human faculties, feelings and intellectual choices are being brought together through the reuniting of the ribs. Only then you can fulfil all of the initial callings of ALL of humanity in the image of God—as embodied in one man(kind)—as later embodied in husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Bennett of Longbourn Estate should put the problems in front of them on the table and not between themselves. They have common challenges to be solved together. God wants your marriage and the devil wants your marriage. Jane and Bingly, Elizabeth and Darcy seems to get it—in the end! Ironically, after a bumpy start!

Mankind is at one level only meant to be One Creature—One image of One God—One Bride of Christ! Pure, Holy and Undivided. Ribs reunited in “One Flesh” as the first man alone was One perfect image of One Holy God—containing all of Mankind to come.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

The Detroit I See

New music with a cause!
New hope!
New businesses!
No racial divides!
No racial divides!
I said; no racial divides!
Communities with both colors; with all colors!

Education!
Technological innovation that blows the old worlds mind!
Strong communities!
Music and arts flourishing!
Money on new hands!
Money on new hands!
A strong commitment to the city in people's hearts!

New Churches!
More Churches!
No Churches with hollow messages!
No Churches that permits divides!
Pure, holy, crazy expansive Christ centered, Holy Ghost Arsonist, Redemptive vision bringing, hope-building, racially mixed, Heavenly Ordained and Appointed 'Bridges' between the Saviour of Detroit and His People!

Universities!
New frontiers of knowledge!
People migrating in to learn!
Businesses migrating in to benefit!
Effective governance!
No-procrastination governance!
A new Motown, however it sounds!

A safe city!
A great place to bring up kids!
No more drugs!
I said, no more drugs!
A city to teach the world how to un-drugify this world!
Diverse businesses!
New industries!

A city that makes the world dance!

Sunday, February 19, 2012

At the Base

YWAM…! Where else does a bunch of tweens dance their harts out to to LMFAO's "Sexy and I know it" barefoot in the snow outside the living room where there's a Hawaii party on? -and all are sold out for Jesus Christ, that's why they're there in the first place! Sexy? Yeah, I know it! ;x

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Italian Beer, Memories and Music

Went to town to pick up the last Christmas gift today. Ran into so many familiar faces that it was like a Christmas party on its own. Some radio station played Coldplay’s “Fix you” yesterday. I don’t have the record, didn’t wanna go online to get the track but wanted to listen to them… so I found an old copy of “Parachutes” instead. It had to be that record or Norwegian Madrugada. Man, it brought a feeling I hadn’t had for ten years! In the evening I was out shopping for another Christmas gift when I suddenly remembered that I should have been at a party right then! I returned to base, changed clothes and drove off, but first I managed to get myself a new set of Derwent sketching pencils before I left the shop. Party! –I haven’t laughed that much in a long while! Great to see those old peeps again. Just like ten years ago! People are getting older, getting married, getting more settled… memories of “those days.” We were out all the time. Out in the mountains. The woods were reserved for weekday training. The mountains were reserved for life. –Both the verb and the noun.

I was out to get some chocolate for some people I cherish today. And since I cherish myself I got a couple of exciting looking bottles of beer that I had with dinner while indulging in some lovely and stupid fast driving on Top Gear. One of the bottles was from Italy. It had a dude in a suit and a hat on the label. I thought he looked like a Mafioso; mom upgraded him to Mafia-boss. Had to have a cigar afterwards. It was amazing. It reminded me about ten years ago… Those days… when we were still allowed to smoke cigars with our coffee in fancy little coffee shops, before smoking became so dangerous that they had to cover the shelves in the shops where cigars are kept, so that no one be tempted to by some. Those days…

Afterwards I stood outside the house in a big down jacket, having met with a rather large collection of great people within the last 24 hours, had exciting Mafia-beer and watched fast cars for dinner; I could hear Coldplay through the wall from my stereo and feel the Monte Christo and the crisp air and hear the snow. I came back in and as I sat down by my desk I felt the characteristic smell of old-school sketching pencils.

Sometimes we dream about the past. Future or past; I’m as guilty as anyone, but this one is different. It’s one of those full-circle, sensing the start of something new, I’ve been here before but this is just a short stay. You’ve gotta collect all of your experiences to pack the most power into the next punch. I’m a decade older, I’ve learned more but am re-visiting past excitements. New excitements.

So I got this book by Henry Kissinger called “On China.” I remember when Kamer in Seinfeld was gonna try to act scary, “I know Henry Kissinger!” The text on the back of the cover starts like this: “Forty years ago almost to the day, President Richard Nixon did me the honor of sending me to Beijing…” One of my good friends commented on a controversial post I placed on Facebook, “Harald, supporting controversy since 1979!” I’d write that in Kissinger’s comment box for that opening-line! You just know it’s gonna be a good read! –And you’ve gotta admire Kissinger’s honour-culture in how he speaks about his former boss.

Had a look at a book about one of my great heroes in the bookshop today. His name is Fridtjof Nansen. He was the first to lead a skiing expedition across the Greenland ice-cap in the late 19th Century, and he won the Nobel Peace Price for his impressive humanitarian efforts. A great explorer, a great statesman, a great scientist, a great writer an illustrator, a great communicator; a great inspiration! The book said that he had a hard time finding meaning in the triviality of society. I guess his dreams were bigger. –Dreams for eternity, while here in time. We share the same birthday, many of the same passions; and I’m starting to understand, presumably a whole lot mor

I love being back in 2001, re-charged and excited! Now, a toast for 2012 and the rest of eternity!

Friday, December 2, 2011

无聊!

So, we've had this old house since 1930. It'll be the base for the next 100 also.

Sis got married in 2008. She married one of my old friends. He's great!

I've been in and out of the country the last couple of years. When I've been home I have been staying at the old room. At the room with my book cases, most of my record collection, the stereo and the huge battle sword standing right by my bed.

Sister's room next door is empty. Well that is, I'm filling it up with books to become a library.

Since I've been mostly abroad since 2005 I haven't really noticed properly till lately… How boring it is when Sis is not around!



Sorry, not our house but similar colour...
(Villa di Medici, Tuscany, ca. 1470)

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Telephone Terror



“Rrrrriiing!”
Picking up my phone I can see that it’s an Oslo number I’m not familiar with.
“Hello?”

Let’s stop there for a moment!

* * *

We were well trained! Our extended family and our parents’ friends used to commend mom and dad for having children with such pristine telephone manners. It happened often, and the comments were proudly passed on to us by our parents.

I remember trying out an old phone at a museum when I was a kid. I must still have been in kindergarten. It was the kind where you’d spin a handle, talk into a sort of funnel, hold another one by your ear and speak a manual operator before getting the correct line. At home we had a dial with numbers behind, I was good at dialling fast! Then the 90’s took the last charm of the industrial revolution away and we got a white phone with a keyboard. It was really practical though and I used it a lot. Phone manners were for those days. Before you could see who called and while all who called still had somewhat noble intentions.

“Haltvik, vær så god!”

Your own surname to identify that the operator or caller had gotten the right line. Vær så god: please proceed, the word is yours or however you want to translate it.

Our little children voices must have sounded tiny! I can remember my little sister using the same phrase. In fact, I believe it must have been the same phrase my grandparents once taught dad. He used the same phrase and must once have sounded as tiny as sis and I.

Then the displays came and you could go, “yo dude!” –Nothing wrong with that, just a new way of expressing friendliness!

But as time passed past us we started getting calls from numbers that didn’t show up on the screen, and when you picked up the phone you’d hear the slight hum of an office in the background. “Am I speaking to Mr. so-and-so?” (Where are your bloody manners!? I tell you who I am, you tell me who you are! –you don’t ask who I am when you’re calling me, and at least not before you have identified yourself!)
“Yes, speaking!”
“I am so glad I caught you in Mr… (–fill in as appropriate). You see I have this wonderful offer for you where you stand to win a cruise for two if you just give us your e-mail address and order a book –free of charge off course; well in fact, I’ll throw in a second book just to show our appreciation for your first order with us in this order-to-win-a-cruise offer we would like to give you just because we can see from our records that two years ago… (–fill in as appropriate something totally un appropriate; or at least something unrelated).

Dad started using a suspicious “Hello…!?” if he couldn’t see who it was. My “hello” started to border on the militant. Then dad stopped picking up the phone if there was no number on the display. And I chose a meaner version of “hello” if I didn’t know who it was.

Then the punks figured the good people out and stopped hiding their numbers. And so it was today, that I got a number up on my screen that had the same effect on me as a blank screen. I was pretty sure I knew what it was. –but if it was indeed something important I would have to pick it up anyway.

It’s been easy as long as I live abroad. “Dude, I live in England!” “Ok, heheh… sorry, have a nice day!” Laugh’s on you dude! Once the police authorities from a little town North of here called me while I lived in Singapore.
“Hello Sir, I would just like to reassure you that we have now found your wife’s purse!”
–well if you’ve found my wife I’m curious cause “I’m not married! I live on East Coast in Singapore and haven’t been in Norway for months!”
“Ehhh…!”

* * *

“Hello!”
(You can hear the office in the background)
“Hello!”
“Who is this?”
“I am calling from…” (–insert name of random electricity company.)

* * *

When I was a kid, municipal counsels and the likes owned electric production plants. Then, spurred by the socialists (!) we were told that it would be more effective for the government and cheaper for the customers if it was privatised. (What they didn’t tell you was that they just signed a deal with the devil (EU and the EEA) to gain more cred for themselves internationally and possibly give them great positions to retire to after leaving Norwegian politics) and the devil answered back that: “cool, you can be down with me if you sell all your belongings to the private sector and follow me. –Long story short: ever since we’ve had unstable energy prices and particularly high prices when it’s cold (Adam Smith could have told you that before electricity was put into wires); and cold it gets in this country! Welcome to Norway! Additionally, it brought about a fair share of telephone-terror as well.

* * *

“So you are calling to sell me something then?”

“No, I’m not calling to sell you something (slightly frantic). I’m calling to give you an offer to switch electricity supplier. May I know which electricity company you are using?”

* * *

Answering "no" to my initial question is straight forward lying!

The truth would be that we live in the same family villa as we have done since 1930. And my father who has spent an entire career as a distinguished engineer in the hydroelectric power production sector in Norway and Northern Europe finds the best deals to supply our electrical wires. I don’t care who sells it, but I’m sad the proceeds are no longer used to maintain schools, public transport and hospitals. Some of you may be surprised by this, due to my stands on social economy and politics. But it’s all about tangible outcomes of policies. If it “benefits both the sovereign and the people” it’s Adam Smith. Our current policies benefit just a few people, which ironically sounds more like Marx to me.

Tell him the truth…? Previously I was that mannered. I would tell him how the situation was and that I was not interested in his services, and I would do it in a kind way.

* * *

“Goodbye!”
“Huh?”
“Goodbye!”
(Hang up!)

The only one more foolish than a fool is the one who quarrels with a fool…

* * *

It felt good! We (family and friends) had joked about what to say to these sales people several times. I had suggested a procedure that would sound something like this:

“Hello?”
“Hello! Is Mr. Harald Haltvik in at the moment?”
(Answer in breaking voice on the brink of crying…)
“No! (...) He… he died in a motorcycle accident yesterday!”

Surprisingly, it was our family that found it hilarious and our family friends that found it too morbid. Most people there were laughing so the dinging room was shaking. –Anything to get back at those telephone terrorist bastards, ey?

But it didn’t feel all good. It felt bad interrupting the guy and hanging up in its own way. Something from our childhood has been dying for a while and it’s not being substituted with something better or more advanced. Mom has almost lost it, dad has lost it, sis has lost it and I’ve lost it; the true unwritten courtesy that governed how telephone conversations were carried out. The remnants of the days when gentlemen lifted their hats when you passed by, when you nodded in acknowledgement if meeting a complete stranger on an otherwise empty street (I still sometimes do, to both the fright and delight of my by-passers.) –The days when the telephone was still something relatively novel and had not been intruded by everyone and everything, and had not intruded “everywhere” itself.

Great neo-soul, better computers, cheaper flights, exciting cigars from new markets and fabulous cuisine from the whole world, accessible everywhere!

But still… some things used to be better before!

Friday, October 28, 2011

On Suicide and the Incredible Gift of Life

I couldn’t sleep and started reading a book I had recently ordered from the US. ‘The Longevity Project.’

I skipped the introduction and went straight to the chapters I was most curious about. The book is built on a life-span study of a large number of people that were born in the early 20th century. –on how they lived, how they thought and how they died. ‘Comprehensive’ is the word!

The book aims to find keys to a long and healthy life, but in the process it also deals with the negative image. Darkness of the mind, timidity, self pity and self destruction; early and violent deaths and the inevitable, suicide.

The book makes reference to a brilliant suicidologist, Dr. Shneidman. Dr. Shneidman did not think too highly about chemical instabilities in the brain as a general explanation to suicide, but was with staggering (and almost spooky) accuracy able to predict personality traits and thought patterns that would culminate in a self-staged goodbye. The chapter went on to describe poison-pills and people who blew their brains out; but also people who lived long and relatively happy lives with few regrets, and who’s only real regret was not to cease more opportunities while they had them.

1 a.m. in the morning this may not be the average choice literature, but whatever you think about it, it is very captivating. Many years ago it would have probably have scared me in the dark of the night, but this time around it’s different.

I have seen enough dark sides of life myself and also through others, to distinguish some of these patterns and personality traits when I come across them. Very briefly we could categorize suiciders into the emotionally motivated and the rationally motivated. There is always an element of emotion; and if we agree that action requires thought, one could even argue that there is also always a rational–or if you will–pseudorational precursor to a suicide.

I used to quarrel a lot years ago with people that claimed suicide to be fundamentally selfish. I still believe that ending yourself is so desperately destructive that one cannot talk about a general rule of self-enhancing selfishness, but with time I have managed to see become aware of some of the grey-zones. There are incidents when I believe a certain degree of selfishness can be claimed if you leave behind strong obligations you have chosen not to complete, but leave to others. But even in these situations the core element of the decision is usually not to pain someone else.

Emotional. Rational.

Emotional can be swift. Something happens and the consequences seems too dire. I heard about a guy who crashed a very expensive car his family owned, plus did a few other small things. His friend who heard the shot told me about it. I am sure his parents would rather want a messed-up son, than one who couldn’t face the bill and ended it. It is strictly not rational and the time-frame it all happened within confirms it. I would call it emotional.

The rational I find easier to understand the mechanics of. It–I believe–is more predictable. It poses as intellectual, but often isn’t. It is like highly selective reading to undergird a very subjective argument in an essay. I know a man who says: “you can always find evidence for what you believe in!” There’s an emotional direction to such thoughts, but the thoughts claim loud and clear: “My name is reason!”

What really struck me tonight was something new.

When you see through the fog you don’t know what the lines on the horizon are; hills, mountains, canyons, valleys? But if you stand there and study every little glimpse of light and shadow the fog gives up, your mind can eventually draw a map of the terrain ahead of you. I have done this myself, after sundown in the winter to match my surroundings to the map when I’ve been lost in the mountains. It works.

What could be more different than emotion and rationale? And do the two have anything in common in a dark and self-destructive mind? I think the fog has let go of so many glimpses of light by now that I’m starting to sense what’s out there. You survive long enough, you watch long enough, you pay attention long enough and you’ll start to see a face–a will. One very determined, tangible evil who once poses as emotion and other times as reason. Gripping the same fundamental weaknesses and lonely parts of the human soul–however different they are–and leading them to the very same place: Life => End, full stop.

Whatever potentials you had left just ran out.

As you start to see him your hair may rise, your pulse increase and fear may come upon you! But it shouldn’t. If you suddenly can distinguish enough of the mountain through the fog, you will know where you are on the map in an instant.

It is encouraging and reassuring! The long-living people in the control-group that were compared to the early suiciders had one regret; all the chances they did not take. The more I see the evil, the more tangible the devil becomes, and he loves hiding! But the stronger you see the shadow, the stronger you see the object who cast it and the light behind it.

Tonight, while not being able to sleep and randomly reading a book, I was reminded about the possibilities of life! –And how some of my own biggest regrets also were not taking more chances. –And that, if there’s a negative and dark image that imitates reason in your life, there’s an even greater God! –And that, when you chose to live, your hindsight will tell you in many years from now, that not living while living was a bigger crime than crashing cars, breaking up, being stupid, failing-while-trying and hoping for the best while the world came crashing down on your head.

15 years ago I spent a year in boarding school of a particular type we have in Scandinavia, while doing a backcountry and sports course. I was rather active. I led the student union, was steeply into the student politics of the school, used the dark-room regularly, sang in the choir, ran off to the nearest mountain for off-piste skiing whenever the snow was falling, had my own keys to the library to prepare work for the union… and distinctly remember regretting after the year was over–at age 17–not taking more chances and getting to know more people.