Saturday, November 27, 2004

Princess of the People

SEPTEMBER 29, 1997


MANY DAYS OF SILENCE I OBSERVED IN MY HEART, IN RESPECT TO THE LIVING, IN DEFERENCE TO THE DEAD. BY THE WISDOM OF SOLOMON; "THE DEAD KNOW NOTHING AT ALL." BY MY OWN THINKING, THE DEAD, HAVING TRANSCENDED THE PHYSICAL INTO THE SPIRITUAL REALM, HAVE NO NEED OF PETTY HUMAN KNOWLEDGE. BEING JUDGED BY PERFECT LOVE, THEY ARE NOW BEYOND OUR HUMAN UNDERSTANDING - IN THE HANDS OF GOD - WHERE WE ALSO SHALL ONE DAY BE.
MANY DAYS OF SILENCE I OBSERVED - THEN I BEGAN TO WRITE.
TO MANY TIMES, IN REAL HUMAN TRAGEDY, WHEN THERE IS LOSS OF LIFE, THE BITTER SORROW OF LOVED ONES CLOSE TO THE VICTIMS IS WORSENED BY VAIN AND THOUGHTLESS EXPRESSIONS QUICKLY MADE. IN TRAGEDIES OF UNTIMELY AND VIOLENT DEATH, IT IS HUMAN NATURE FOR THE LIVING TO REACT IN SHOCKED DISBELIEF, DENYING THE UNTHINKABLE THAT HAS BECOME HATEFUL REALITY. THE SHOCK WILL MANY TIMES TURN TO ANGER; THERE IS A POINTING OF FINGERS, A CALLING OF NAMES, A THOUGHTLESS ATTEMPT TO FIX BLAME, A FUTILE EFFORT TO MAKE SENSE OF A SENSELESS TRAGEDY. WE HUMAN BEINGS ARE SO PREDICTABLE, SO REACTIONARY. AND THUS, HISTORY IS AN ACCURATE PROPHECY OF SO MUCH OF OUR FUTURE.
THE WISDOM OF SILENCE WOULD BETTER SERVE US. SILENCE TO THINK, TO CONTEMPLATE OUR SORROW, TO MOURN THE DEAD. SILENCE TO USE LOGIC, TO FORMULATE A PREMISE OF REASON, TO REACH RATIONAL CONCLUSIONS AND BETTER THE PLIGHT OF THE LIVING.
WHEN ONE SO LOVED AS DIANA, PASSES AS SHE DID, UNTIMELY, VIOLENTLY. TRAGICALLY, IT IS UNDERSTANDABLE THAT HUMANITY, WHO LOVED AND ADORED HER, REACTED AS THEY DID - SUDDENLY, EMOTIONALLY.
IT IS THE BURDEN OF THOSE CLOSE TO DIANA, FRIENDS AND FAMILY, TO SHARE THEIR PRIVATE GRIEF WITH THE PUBLIC GRIEF. AS SUCH IS ONE OF THE MANY COSTS FOR BEING IN THE LIMELIGHT OF MODERN CULTURE, (THE
SACRIFICE OF PERSONAL PRIVACY IN THE BEST, AND WORST OF TIMES). NOWADAYS THE PEOPLE'S LOVE HAS AN INSATIABLE LUST FOR INFORMATION AND IMAGES OF THOSE WE HOLD IN ADMIRATION AND ADORATION. "THE UNCERTAIN SICKLY APPETITE TO PLEASE." SADLY, HUMAN GREED BEING AS IT IS, EVER PRESENT, THERE ARE THOSE WHO PROFIT FROM OUR INSATIABLE LUSTS. WE ARE NOT GUILTLESS IN THIS, AND TRULY, "WE LOVE NOT WISELY WHO LOVE TOO WELL".
I DO BEG FORGIVENESS OF THOSE CLOSE TO DIANA FOR THIS INTRUSION INTO THEIR PRIVATE GRIEF - AS ALL INTRUSIONS NEED FORGIVENESS. BUT I ASK THEM TO CONSIDER MY PURPOSE AND INTENT; I AM A POET, AND I MUST PURSUE THE POET'S COMMISSION - THE EXPRESSION OF TRAGEDY. HOPEFULLY, I MAY LEAD SOME OF US TO THE WAILING WALLS OF OUR HUMAN SOULS, WHERE OUR INSANE SORROW (INHERENT IN TIMES OF INSANE DISASTER) CAN BE SPENT AND COMPLETE. THEN MAY WE RETURN TO THE SANITY OF LIVING WELL, WITH HOPE? AS IT IS SAID, "WHERE THERE IS LIFE THERE IS HOPE." I DO BELIEVE THAT DIANA, BEING THE GOOD PERSON THAT SHE WAS, WOULD WANT NOTHING LESS FOR THOSE SHE LOVED, OR FOR THOSE WHO TRULY LOVED HER - LIVING WITH HOPE.
I ALSO LOVED DIANA AS MANY OF THE PEOPLE LOVED HER, FROM A DISTANCE, WITH FASCINATION AND ADMIRATION. I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HER, IN MY HEART AND MIND'S EYE, ON A SUNLIT DAY, GLOWING IN A PURITY OF WHITE, HER BON EYES (BEAUTIFUL EYES) LOOKING UPWARD AND OUTWARD WITH WONDER AT A WONDROUS WORLD NEWLY DISCOVERED - A WORLD DISCOVERING AND LOVING HER. IN THOSE FINE EYES OF DIANA'S I STILL SEE THE SWEET INNOCENCE OF YOUTHFUL HOPE, AND THE COMPELLING GRACE OF A GRACIOUS LADY WHO TRULY BELIEVED THAT THE WORLD CAN BE A BETTER PLACE. SUCH BEAUTY AND HIGH ASPIRATIONS LIFTED US ALL, AND THAT IS THE PREMISE OF OUR LOVE FOR HER. THROUGHOUT THE TRIUMPHS AND TRAGEDIES OF HER BITTERSWEET LIFE, THAT COMPELLING GRACE REMAINED VIVIDLY REFLECTED IN HER BON EYES, A TESTIMONY THAT HER GRACIOUSNESS SPRANG FROM THE WELLS OF HER HEART AND SOUL. DEEP WELLS INDEED THAT OVERCOME ADVERSITY WITH POISE, AND GRACE, AND CHARM.
DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME IN THIS, DIANA WAS NOT PERFECT. NO HUMAN BEING ACHIEVES PERFECTION, AS LIFE, BY ITS VERY NATURE , IS A WILDERNESS OF IMPERFECTIONS. A WILDERNESS IN WHICH WE MUST ENDURE "THE SLINGS AND ARROWS OF OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE". AS WE STRUGGLE AND STRIVE THERE , THE GOOD AMONG US SEEK OUT, AND FIND, THE OASIS OF HUMAN GOODNESS - OUR BETTER SELVES. REGARDLESS OF HUMAN IMPERFECTION AND HUMAN FAILURE, IF WE, IN OUR HEARTS AND SOULS AND MINDS, ASPIRE TO GOODNESS, THEN GOODNESS WILL BE. IF WE ASPIRE OTHERWISE, SO IT WILL BE.
THERE IS GREAT TRUTH AND LOGIC IN SELF-FULFILLING PROPHECIES.
INDIVIDUALLY, COLLECTIVELY, AS WE (HUMANITY) ASPIRE TO BECOME, SO SHALL
WE BECOME. WE NEED NOT CHANGE THE WILDERNESS, INDEED WE CANNOT, BUT WE CAN CHANGE OURSELVES. DAILY, BY DEGREES, AS WE LEARN AND GROW, AS WE STRUGGLE THROUGH THE NORMAL ADVERSITIES OF LIFE, WE CAN BROADEN OUR OASIS OF GOODNESS. WE OWE THIS TO OURSELVES, AND TO THOSE WHO MUST TRAVEL THROUGH THE WILDERNESS WITH US.
THE PEOPLE, WITH THEIR GOD-GIVEN CONSCIENCE AND THEIR GOOD COMMON SENSE, HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THESE THINGS. WE SAW IN DIANA FACETS OF PERFECTION AND IMPERFECTION, A TRUE GEM OF THE HUMAN CONDITION. WE SAW IN HER BON EYES REFLECTIONS OF OUR HIGHER ASPIRATIONS, OUR BETTER SELVES, AS WELL AS REFLECTIONS OF OUR LESSER SELVES, OUR OWN HUMAN FAILINGS. WITH THE SIMPLE GRACE AND THE COMPLEX CHARM OF A MODERN, BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, SHE COMPELLED US, SHE INSPIRED US, SHE WAS WITH US IN THE WILDERNESS OF OUR HUMAN CONDITION - AND THUS WE LOVE HER. WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE HER - THIS PRINCESS OF THE PEOPLE.


BEHOLD A PRINCESS PASSES,
IN OUR LOVE LOST WE MOURN.
THE TRUEST MEASURE OF ALL LOVE,
IS THE PERFECT ALTRUISM OF GOD'S
PERFECT SPIRITUAL LIGHT;
FOR THIS IMPERFECT HUMANITY,
STILL STRIVES.
THE UNIVERSAL SADNESS, THE WORLD-WIDE SORROW
AT YOUR PASSING, DIANA,
IS A CREDENCE SELDOM WITNESSED AMONG MEN,
A TESTIMONY OF THE HIGHEST HUMAN HONOR.
WHAT MORE COULD GOD'S OWN
POETS WRIGHT?
A FRIEND, A LOVER, A SISTER,
A WOMAN, A DAUGHTER, A MOTHER,
BEAUTIFUL, PEACEFUL SLEEPING,
GOOD NIGHT… SWEET PRINCESS…
GOOD NIGHT.

DIANA WAS, OF COURSE, A WOMAN OF OUR TIMES. WITH GRACIOUS SIMPLICITY OF HEART, AND CHARMING COMPLEXITY OF SPIRIT, SHE FACED THE MANY TRIALS OF HER BRIEF LIFE; SHE FACED THEM AND OVERCAME THEM, WHERE LESSER WOMEN MAY HAVE FAILED. IN THIS WE ADMIRED HER GREATLY, SHE NEVER GAVE UP; THOUGH DOUBTS AND FEARS AND HUMAN FALTERING SURELY CAME, WITH SHEER PLUCK AND INDIVIDUAL DETERMINATION, SHE SQUARED HER SHOULDERS AND CARRIED ON. AND THUS SHE LIVED UNTIL THE END. I HAVE NO DOUBTS THAT MANY GOOD WOMEN OF THIS DAY, AND DAYS TO COME, WILL EMULATE HER GOODNESS AND LEARN FROM HER FAILURS, AND RIGHTLY SO. IN MANY WAYS SHE EXEMPLIFIED THE BEAUTIFUL DIVERSE COMPLEXITY OF WOMANHOOD - A SIREN SONG TO THINKING MEN IN THIS AGE - OR ANY AGE.

BEHOLD A WOMAN;
THE MOTHER OF NATIONS,
THE SPOILER OF MEN,
THE HEIRESS OF SALVATION,
AN ANGEL OF SIN.
ALL HOPE FOR TOMORROW
SACRED LIFE IN THE WOMB,
FALLEN SPARROW OF SORROW
CRUEL DEATH AND THE TOMB.
OF HONOR, DISHONORED
DEFAMED BY HER LOVE,
SHE REIGNS IN THE CAVERNS
IN THE CHASMS, AND THE CRAGS ABOVE...
WITH BEAUTY AND PASSIONS CERTAIN MEN CAN SPELL
THE ALTARS OF HEAVEN… THE GATES OF HELL.

IN RECENT WEEKS I HAVE HEARD, AND READ, SOME HARSH JUDGMENTS DENOUNCING THE PERSONAL CHARACTER OF DIANA. QUICK-WITTED CRITICISMS FROM THOSE WHO FANCY THEMSELVES VIABLE JUDGES OF HUMAN IMPERFECTIONS, ELEVATING THEMSELVES, AND THEIR KIND, TO HIGH SEATS OF INQUISITION, AND CONDEMNATION, USURPING (BY DIVINE RIGHT, NO DOUBT) THE VERY POSITION OF (ONCE) DIVINE PROVIDENCE. THEY FLY HIGH AND THEIR FALL SHALL BE GREAT, AND LAUGHABLE. THEY FALL HARD, THOSE CONDESCENDING LORDS OF US LESSER HUMANITY. I PERSONALLY, WOULD LAUGH THEM TO SCORN FOR THEIR SELF-CONSCIOUS COMEDY OF ERRORS - THEIR FOOLS PLAY OF FOLLIES - THEIR OWN SELF-RIGHTEOUS HYPOCRISY. HOWEVER, IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO LAUGH RIDICULES FRAUD TO SCORN, IT REVEALS ITSELF, AND IS RIGHTLY JUDGED BY ITS’ OWN PHARISAIC, CONTEMPTUOUS, CONDEMNATION.
BUT, ENOUGH OF THAT, WISELY, I WOULD NOT STAND TO CLOSE, TO LONG, TO THAT MIRE, AS I COULD, ACCIDENTALLY, GET STUCK MYSELF.
WE HUMAN BEINGS HAVE NOT EVOLVED AT ALL. WE ARE NO MORE INTELLIGENT THAN THE FIST CAVEMAN WHO HAD THE GOOD SENSE TO GO OUT SIDE OF THE CAVE TO DEFECATE. WE REMAIN SOCIAL CANNABIS, WE DEVOIR OUR OWN, WE PICK OVER THE BONES OF OUR DEAD WITH UNREQUITED LOVE, DESPERATE HATE, AND DEPLORABLE SORROW BORN OF FEAR. PERHAPS ONE DAY WE WILL LEARN THAT WE HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR… NOTHING AT ALL… EXCEPT THE ONE WHO CREATED US IN HIS OWN IMAGE.

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