Writing as catharsis

Bring me highest Heaven and deepest Hell

Posted in Philosophy, Prose, Ranting and rambling by Lachlan R. Dale on December 31, 2012
William Blake's The Lovers' Whirlwind

William Blake’s The Lovers’ Whirlwind

Bring me highest Heaven and deepest Hell; I will wolf down both ravenously.

Plunge me to the very depths of human misery; elate me – beyond light, beyond form, beyond time. I regard it as nothing more than what is owed.

There is no happiness without misery, nor sadness without ecstasy  this cold truth bothers me not in the slightest. Rather, opened, I confront all with the same unbending gratitude, for this is what it means to be alive.

An eternity as dust is as much mine as my first cries as a newborn; through peaks and pits none will stir in me deepest fear.

Through this I take and claim what is mine; and though on surface level I may struggle and fight and cry and pray and beg, at the depths I know that things are as they should be, that to have had fate change its course would be an abomination; a cheat; and a reduction of the innate brilliance of the whole.

I accept all, embrace all, and recognise that in-all lies my whole.

Of this I am not afraid.