Monday, March 31, 2014


 Human beings are often helpless in the face of overwhelming events and circumstances.
At least as individuals, but often on a larger scale as well. Earthquakes, tidal waves and hurricanes make no distinction between the worthy and the unworthy. If you are caught in the path of one of nature’s juggernauts, you are toast. 

Or not. Sometimes one person is swept to safety while another goes under. A child finds a safe pocket in the rubble while a strong man is felled. A tornado shears off half a house, but misses the bedrooms where the family is sleeping. Controlling outcomes in such situations is simply beyond us. 

We can take all manner of precautions, and some people will live longer than others, but in the end, none of us can expect to live forever, however careful we may be. 

In the face of our essential helplessness before the caprices of fate, it’s no wonder that people seek out such areas of control as we can find. For some, religion and the propitiation of higher powers fill a need. For others it’s money or political power, enabling them to build enclaves that set them apart from the general run of humanity – for a time. 

And humanity has done very well in using our intelligence to gain some foothold in controlling our environment – in part. We’ve invented agriculture to secure a food supply, we have invented technologies and medicines and worked wonders of engineering to provide ourselves with shelter, transportation, energy and communications beyond the dreams of our ancestors. But our own works have side-effects we didn’t anticipate. Advances in agriculture have created mono-cultures vulnerable to widespread devastation, chemical threats to the honeybees that help a myriad other species to propagate, and threats to the clean water and air on which we all rely. Our industries are having adverse affects on the climate. Our very success at survival creates new problems as populations grow and clash. All our efforts at control act like pinching off part of a balloon, leaving the rest to pop up elsewhere, bigger than ever. 

What’s the point of this reflection on mortality and doom? Just that there are ways -and there are other ways - of dealing with our helplessness. A robot is perfectly controlled, but could it dance as gracefully as any of us who hear the music and feel its influence, and give way to that influence and allow ourselves to move freely, guided by the pulse and the pace of it? Giving up a little control gains something in effect.

Similarly, the world of imagination offers a vast potential for power. We can imagine anything we choose. I couldn’t count the number of times I’ve imagined winning the lottery, or being with the man of my dreams, or winning the acclaim of all the people whose opinions matter to me. These are idle imaginings that do little more than lull me in the face of my real life problems. 

On the other hand, when I start with the world I know, where I am often overwhelmed by my problems, by fears and needs and personal failings, and I imagine facing those – or greater – problems and dealing with plausible consequences, then I can bring in all kinds of strange and magical elements to the story, and it’s much more interesting and engaging than simple wish fulfillment could be. Accepting the things I can’t control into the fantasy world turns fantasy into a dance. The power of imagination is not in making a wish list, but in envisioning more satisfying ways of facing the realities, the problems and dangers we know.


Julie Eberhart Painter said...

Imaginations are where we go when we CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

Four years ago today, I found myself in a NH rehab center with a broken R. femur and a broken R. wrist. All around me were many in similar circumstances. Some had no imaginations and suffered in silent scowls.

I learned where my happy places were, and could transport myself despite any eventuality.

One little old man nearby refused to open his eyes. He was told to WAKE UP. He fixed the aid with fiery stare and said. "No. I liked where I was."

Allison Knight said...

Oh, I love imagination. I get to go back a thousand years, dress in jewels, great royalty, learn new ways to do things that no longer need to be done today. Imagination helps to bring me a great night's sleep as I spend my time traveling through the 1700's listening to Mozart, going to one of Verdi's operas during the 19th century. Such fun.

Big Mike said...

I, like many, sense a loss of control in our lives because of the political corruption and wickedness we see in our government today. How can you not feel helpless. Many of my SF novels reflect that sense, like Final Truth. Wonder if others allow that frustration to filter into their stories.

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