Wednesday Word: 26 January

Today is my birthday. I am not going to say which one, but that’s more because I like my privacy rather than any particular problems with aging. I like being an elder. Prefer it even. I still have to deal with boomers patting me on the head and pretending that I’m a child so that they don’t feel so decrepit. But I don’t get similar dismissals from anyone else these days, so it’s easy to dismiss the boomers. Also I think people see personhood in me now. They certainly look at me differently. They seem to see an “I am” in this old body in ways that they never did when she was younger. So I’m pretty happy with aging. Wish there might be a little less random discomfort, but one can’t have everything.

Aging makes one philosophical. I was already bent in that direction but never got into sharing the whole stream of consciousness; I’ve always tended to keep to myself. But in the last few years, I’ve been writing it all down. I have dozens of journals full of garden notes and observations on my world. Increasingly interspersed throughout these mundane accounts are true flights of fancy. There are stories and poems, of course. But I’ve also recorded all the reasoning that went into creating my yearly calendar and traditional practices, and I’ve composed many philosophical sketches that are starting to coalesce into something like a system. One theme that keeps coming out of my pen is the relatedness of time — measured in change — and consciousness and care.

I don’t know that I believe in inert matter. I think all things have some mechanism by which they monitor change, and they have ways to determine whether that change is internal or external. This sort of means that every system has a fundamental definition of self and not-self, that everything that regulates interior change is a self. You might quibble over whether that implies consciousness, but it’s definitely an internal thought process. Maybe thought that is not recognizable to our human modes, but still a way of saying “I am” and “that over there is not I am”. I think that monitoring change over time is what makes it possible to say “I am”. And this is not limited to any type of system, certainly not to these things we call humans.

To be self-regulating also implies that decisions are made, at least to the point of choosing to continue without changing course or not. You can say this is just programmed response, the natural effect that follows cause. But I wonder, what makes your natural responses to stimuli “thought” and those of other systems “not thought”? The radical non-dualism people have latched on to this conundrum and decided that there is no difference. None of it is thought, they say, because there is no self to be doing the thinking. I sort of like to go the other way and say that it’s all thought, that it’s all consciousness.

In any case, I have rather strong objections to calling everything a predetermined response. First off, there is the problem of differing responses, that there is very little that happens exactly the same way every time. Now, there may be subtle variations in the causes that we can’t perceive that lead to very different effects. (… and yet whence came those causal variations?) Still, there is quite a lot of un-mechanistic response in the universe, beginning with the fact of the existence of the universe itself. Which calls up my other major objection: how did the “natural” programming originate? What is the programmer? You can say that there are laws of physics and maybe try to say that there are laws of biology (at which I will laugh loud and long…), but the existence of the universe defies all the laws that we know. So maybe we don’t know everything… or very much at all if we can’t even propose a system of physical rules that allow for physical rules to come into existence. But still… that seems way more complicated than just allowing the system that is the universe to create itself and all the rules therein by self-regulation through time. Allow existence to imply consciousness and so many of our philosophical quagmires dry out and become happy meadows of bright flowers and sunshine. Everything is thoughtful. The world is a sentient Thou to my I. And this tiny “I am” is enfolded into an ancient, many-layered conscious being that is carefully and thoughtfully making up existence as it goes along.

Which is where I wanted to get in this essay. As I’ve aged, I’ve increasingly felt less bounded by this old body and more a part of all that surrounds me. A cared for part. This is a common progression, I think. Or at least a great many scribblers have written down exactly this. We all start out in an infancy that has few boundaries between I and everything else. We learn to be individual selves. Then, with age and varying degrees of success, we merge back into the everything. And it is pretty much universally agreed that this is the greatest joy you can find in life.

Well, of course it is! To know that you are a part of a larger being, one that is consciously taking care of itself, is to know that you are cared for. To feel this connection is also to lose all the uncertainty of purpose. Maybe the universe has to ask “why am I here?”, but I don’t. I’m here because I’m here and my purpose is to be me, my humming thoughts harmonizing with the thoughtful song that is everything. Everything made me and tends to my needs. Everything wants me to be me. And here I am.

Some decades ago, I began… and through thousands of scribbles down through the years I’ve come to see that I really didn’t begin there. That maybe I don’t have a beginning. Nor an end. I am a part of the everything. And everything is alive and thoughtful. Oh, this body was born and will die. The system that is a conscious self with my name on it won’t last forever. But this tiny “I am” is an integral part of the conscious universe… and she lasts as long as time.

Wednesday Word

for 26 January 2022


You can respond in the comments below or make a Twitter post to the Wednesday Word. Either way, begin your response with #thoughtfulness. Your response can be anything made from words. I love poetry, but anything can be poetic and you needn’t even be limited to poetics. An observation, a story, a thought. Might even be an image — however, I am not a visual person, so it has to work harder to convey meaning. In the spirit of word prompts, it’s best if you use the word; but I’m not even a stickler about that. Especially if you can convey the meaning without ever touching the word.

If responding in Twitter, you are limited to the forms of Twitter. I would prefer that there be no threads because that is difficult. So if you have something long, post it in the comments below. That said, please don’t go too long. Keep it under 2000 words. I’m not going to count, but I’m also not promising to read a novel. Unless it’s really good!

If I receive something particularly impressive, I’ll post it next week. If not, well, that’s fine too. I know you all are busy. But if you’ve read this far, then I’ve made you think about… thoughtfulness.

ergo i

  i think
	i think o’er much
  and thought thought engenders
	til sense be subject
		to this neural breeding

  i know 
	i know not what
  yet knowing knowledge renders
	thoughts of thought and yet
		to thought unheeding

  i feel 
	i feel a’right
  though feelings feeling tenders
	and yet such feelings, too
		on thoughts are feeding

  i am
	that what i am
  feeling thoughts with no amenders
	for i am because of thought
		i feel i’m needing


Elizabeth Anker 2022

4 thoughts on “Wednesday Word: 26 January”

  1. Dear Eliza, Belated Birthday wishes! God bless you, your family, friends and specially your work that you do to inspire us, your readers! Many more years of fruitful service to humanity! In solidarity, Fr V Maria Alphonse.

    On Wed, 26 Jan 2022 at 20:31, By My Solitary Hearth wrote:

    > Eliza Daley posted: ” Today is my birthday. I am not going to say which > one, but that’s more because I like my privacy rather than any particular > problems with aging. I like being an elder. Prefer it even. I still have to > deal with boomers patting me on the head and pretendin” >

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  2. Love your #thoughtfulness especially this:

    I’m here because I’m here and my purpose is to be me

    Yes, oh yes. Do you think emergence theory and systems theory is on the right track of how the universe creates itself? I think it has some interesting things to say, but I am also 100% fine with the total ultimate mystery. I think it is Thomas Berry who said that humans are the way the universe thinks and experiences herself. I can only agree with that in part because I think there is a lot more thinking and consciousness happening in the universe, as you so eloquently say, than humans. That there are so many ways of being and knowing is thrilling. We are not alone. We are part of something greater and cared for and when I remember that I feel embraced and loved. Not be a god, but by the Earth and the universe herself.

    Thanks for sharing your wonderful thoughts! I hope you have a happy birthday!

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    1. I’m fairly certain emergent properties of systems explains things as far as we can explain them. There is still plenty of room for mystery. And I think Berry would have eventually gotten to granting that a conscious universe makes more physical and logical sense than a transcendental god out there beyond all things (especially if you want that god to be both an omnipotent AND loving creator of a world with lots of suffering). & of course, it could be somewhat both — a conscious universe with a less than all-powerful creator. Or at least there could be an out there beyond all things with beings that have the capability of saying “let there be light” and so on… Something existed before this universe if the big bang theory is correct.

      In any case, yes, feeling wrapped up in a conscious universe is the most love you can experience!

      I’m enjoying the day. Bit cold for my preferences, but I’ve got books to take me out of this body. 🙂

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