Monday, June 11, 2012

Meditation 56: The Wilds


The wilds live on in the imagination of human beings, but originally we humans were part of the wild world.  We were great hunters and killers of animals, but we were also eaten by them, gored, bitten or stung by them.  Diseases with no obvious remedy ravaged us.  The weather blew over us, and how it blew determined our lives.  We moved, hunted, gathered, told stories and reproduced.  We had only a little control over the environment, and the contingency of life was uppermost in our minds. Here today, gone tomorrow, and you are old if you reach thirty.  

In our imagination the wilds are populated by wild animals, animals hostile to human beings, including other human beings, the most dangerous animal of all.  Wolves are out there, howling under the moon, running their prey down through the snow. Tigers, lions, panthers, and other vanishing species are padding through the jungle looking for prey. That is the wild. 

For the majority of people now alive, in many parts of the earth, the wilds are imaginary. There are no wolves howling in Trafalgar Square, no tigers inhabiting Hampstead Heath, no panthers roaming the South Downs. Many wild animals are rapidly becoming extinct. We no longer have to worry so much about being eaten alive by a hungry carnivore. We have other worries, far from the wilds, like paying the mortgage or rent, procuring money to buy the means of life. We look for work and spend most of our time there in a regimented situation. That is not very wild. Now, to be in a motorcycle gang, that is a bit wilder.  Tarzan is wilder yet. He talks to the great apes and, like them, swings from the jungle trees. 

The image of the wild is triggered by the coming of pavement and large semi-urban landscapes, where the Awild@ is supposedly kept out. The more I meditate on the idea of the Awild,@ however, the more I see it everywhere. This said; let me grant that house pets and most human beings are not that wild. They are conditioned from an early age to blend in with whatever culture is operating in their area. There has been a >taming' of man over the centuries, and attempt to get him to control his feelings and exercise prudence and good sense in his actions. The attack on pride and elitism in the ideology of Christianity worked to continue this training and taming of man. Nevertheless, we still see horrible massacres carried out up close and personal, with knives and machetes.  This shows that people can still be wild with the right incitement. Wildness is the dark center of our being, our origin, and we will carry it within us as long as we are recognizably human.

However, my perception is that the wild has never been stopped, or even slowed. One day grass will grow on our freeways. There is no cement that can withstand the operation of wind and water and plants.  Take away the human beings to maintain them, and all the roads, bridges, towns and buildings will fall into decay, and if some intergalactic anthropologists were to cruise along two or three thousand years later, it would be similar to exploring ancient Mayan sites, which the jungle had mostly reclaimed.  

The wild does not stop just where our imagination tells us it should, somewhere far away, at the poles, perhaps, or maybe in some parts of Scotland. We tell ourselves, "That is where the wild is, and it is so sad that it is dying out."  This is a wrong idea. The wild is outside your doors, in your gardens, whether English or even French. It is in the park, the river running through town, the little wood on the hill. The ducks that swim in an ornamental lake, like the one in St. James Park, have no idea that it is not a wild, wild world. The rats that run through the buildings find in them a primeval forest.  The roaches and bugs that come out in the night still have to worry about being eaten and finding something to eat. The wild is all around us and in us. It is true that parts of this wild world have been tamed and put to work, but it is an illusion to think that it is not still a very wild world indeed.

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