{"id":24504,"date":"2013-02-08T05:00:14","date_gmt":"2013-02-08T10:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/?p=24504"},"modified":"2013-02-08T06:15:34","modified_gmt":"2013-02-08T11:15:34","slug":"elegy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/2013\/02\/elegy\/","title":{"rendered":"Elegy"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My dear friend,<\/p>\n

My kids and I have been going through this great archaeology book<\/a>. One of my favorite things about homeschooling is getting to teach them all of the things that I love and wish that I\u2019d learned growing up. Teaching them, I finally get to learn it too. My favorite entry in this particular book so far is probably the entry on Skara Brae. We read about it early last year. Later, for unrelated reasons, we planned a vacation to the UK for the summer. The kids and I determined that come what may, we were going to make it to Skara Brae. And we did. And it was as glorious as we\u2019d hoped. I can\u2019t begin to tell you how moved I was. Here\u2019s how their houses looked (circa 3000 BC):<\/p>\n

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And here\u2019s the excavated site which begins to show you how the community looked:<\/p>\n

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You can see that their little round, one room homes were built into their old midden heaps \u2013 which surely didn\u2019t smell great, but which helped to insulate the homes from the cold. Each house was reserved for one family, and the homes were all under ground. As you can see, however, it wasn\u2019t just an underground home, but an underground community. The homes were connected via tunnels. This too helped to promote warmth, as each home burned its own fire.<\/p>\n

Of course, having explored all of this, we couldn\u2019t help but walk down to the adjacent beach and build our own Skara Brae:<\/p>\n

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The community flourished for 600 years. There are no weapons or other signs of warfare anywhere in the site. But after six centuries the residents of Skara Brae disappeared. I like to think of it as another City of Enoch. Another Salem. Another Zion. They didn\u2019t live communally. Each family had their own homes. But their homes were all connected, all built into the same midden heap, and depended on each other structurally. They lived as a community. As Zion.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t help but think about Skara Brae today, meditating on your letter and departure from our community. On the undeniable and to some degree baffling pain that I feel.<\/p>\n

We live in a disenchanted age. Everyone since Weber talks about it, and Weber merely coined a good term for what many had been saying through the 19th<\/sup> century. God is dead. Except that the Gods aren\u2019t dead. Some of them even appeared to a rural hick in upstate New York a few decades before Nietzsche\u2019s perspicacious observation. Gods might indeed, in perfect health, appear to or seize upon the souls of prophets even today. Nevertheless, whatever the prophets\u2019 enchantment, the rest of us are left to gain what insight we can from them and make our way through an undeniably disenchanted world.<\/p>\n

Lots of us still live with enchantment \u2013 at least to some degree. But this doesn\u2019t mean we escape from the disenchantment. What it means is that our enchantments are fragile \u2013 a gossamer bubble through which we see and experience the magic and wonder of our world. Not many \u2013 and certainly none of us that venture far from home \u2013 make it very long, however, without that bubble bursting. Without watching our visions evaporate and finding ourselves seized with some new and what often seems far more plausible paradigm. Our parents fess up and tell us that there really is no Santa Claus. Commonly, we believe them. We shrug our shoulders or stiffen our backs or mourn a good while before we dry our eyes and try to figure out how to live well with or perhaps merely distract ourselves from the nihilism that permeates our new world.<\/p>\n

Of course there\u2019s no Santa Claus. But it\u2019s a mistake to become disillusioned with Christmas. I can\u2019t myself figure out what exactly a universe devoid of nihilism would be. But I\u2019m convinced it\u2019s a terrible mistake to deny not only the possibility but the reality and legitimacy and efficacious nature of enchantment. We create it just as surely as we create language and expression and literature and beauty. And if we can do it, surely the Gods can. Mormonism gives me a very potent framework within which to explore this enchantment and to believe deeply in the possibility of fashioning out of the nihilistic materials of the universe a glorious Zion. Not only does it posit but likewise allows me to experience a partnership with the Gods in bringing this about.<\/p>\n

As Mormonism makes clear, however, the only heaven we<\/i><\/b> shall ever have is the one that we <\/i><\/b>build for ourselves. Zion, like all enchantments, is a community affair. Because we are. I\u2019ve spent a great deal of time in the last number of years learning how to not only reinforce but also genuinely, honestly, with integrity live out my enchantment. Unquestionably the most difficult thing \u2013 though it is also undoubtedly an exalting thing, at least as I understand that word \u2013 is the fact that I (as an individual) simply can\u2019t access all of the foundation, all of the pillars, and the various supports of this enchantment. They arise out of the community, and the whole structure, at least to some degree, is a result of the strength and proximity of that community. Our communal midden heap not only keeps out the cold but creates the opportunity for our mutual flourishing in the midst of a ravaging climate.<\/p>\n

And this is the best I\u2019ve been able to do in understanding why your departure is so difficult for me. It\u2019s not simply that you\u2019re no longer here, part of my cherished religious community, no longer able to experience and exult in the joy of the Restoration or its various opportunities with me. It\u2019s that I know that Zion depends \u2013 quite literally \u2013 on the work and life of us all. We live in the decaying remains of what has gone before, and the stench of it can drive us to distraction. It drives some away entirely. Abandoning their homes, however, is something that weakens us all. It is genuinely loss, not just to ourselves, but to Zion itself. Perhaps we can eventually be washed clean, but there is no avoiding the blood and sins of our generation. There is no avoiding the fragility of our vision.<\/p>\n

And there is nothing that accentuates the mortality of our enchantments like the departure of loved ones and watching how quickly that enchantment fades away from their eyes.<\/p>\n

Reading your letter reminds me yet again how very quickly and completely our vision can change. Once we decide to no longer dwell within the truths revealed to us<\/i><\/b>, the whole of reality very quickly takes on a new sheen. It\u2019s difficult even to remember how things looked. Our memory is inevitably colonized along with our narrative.<\/p>\n

Like you, I have much else I would like to say. But also like you, I must attend to the mundane and the profound, and I can’t stand in the weather conversing indefinitely – even if I wish I could. I hope that whatever communication we do manage will be only that which uplifts and edifies and helps us both on our journeys. And please know that I do absolutely, wholeheartedly, without reservation wish you success and joy and profound learning and growth as you creatively explore and work out whatever path you take.<\/p>\n

After our separate missions, you and I have no chance of an Ammonitish reunion on the road to Zarahemla. Perhaps, however, after the darkness and destruction, we\u2019ll nevertheless find ourselves refugees together in Bountiful.<\/p>\n

James<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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