Through
the Universal Substance, as through a furious torrent, all bodies are carried,
being by their nature united with and cooperating with the whole, as the parts
of our body with one another.
How many a Chrysippus, how many a Socrates,
how many an Epictetus has time already swallowed up? And let the same thought
occur to you with reference to every man and thing.
—Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations, Book 7 (tr
Long)
I was always terrified of water as a
child. It always did things I didn’t want it to do.
At the age of six, I swallowed
seawater when we were at the beach, and I panicked.
At the age of eight, I almost
drowned when a bully of a swim instructor dropped me in the deep end. He
laughed at me while I struggled.
At the age of twelve, a similar sort
of fellow, at a Boy Scout camp, told me that I was a “pussy” and a “faggot”
because of my fear. “Real men learn how to swim real easy. Only losers fail.”
At the age of twenty, a girl said
that her supposed Hawaiian lifestyle demanded that I learn how to surf, and
that she was ashamed of me. “How can I introduce you to my friends and family
if you can’t board?”
Yes, I was quite the loser. I was
never able to conquer that fear. I don’t think that the advice of moral monsters
made it any better. People still laugh at my condition, and they still think it
amusing that I am so afraid of water.
It was never dying that bothered me,
but it was the power of water that bothered me. Shoot me in the head, bludgeon
me to death, or strangle me, but please don’t let me drown.
So when Marcus Aurelius describes life
as a furious torrent, I am ready to run off screaming. I intensely dislike that image.
My own preference, however, is not
the same thing as the truth. As much as it may disturb me, the torrent of water
will indeed wash me away. It washes away all of us, even the very best. This is natural, and it is good. All the
greatest people in this world, even people like Socrates himself, were washed
away. I will soon be much the same, in the company of men and women far better
than myself.
I did what I could do, while I was
here, to share love. Did no one notice? It is of no matter. The torrent takes
us all, including those who love, and those who hate. The river is the great
equalizer.
Written in 10/2007
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