Moods, surfaces and a loss that does not reach
Can anyone see life whole, or only through whatever mood they happen to be in? After his son's death, Emerson doubts that even grief gets beneath the surface.
In "Experience" Emerson writes that his son's death felt like the loss of a beautiful estate and no more, and that grief taught him only how shallow it is. From there he describes life as a train of moods, each a coloured lens, strung on the iron wire of temperament. Objects slip through the fingers when held hardest. Against his own earlier confidence he names seven lords of life, illusion and surface among them, and concludes that we live amid surfaces. "Nominalist and Realist" adds that every person sees only a part.
- experience
- perception
- human nature
- attention
- intuition
- knowledge
- truth
- individuality
- agency
- moral psychology
Enter a dialogue
- Your son's death, you wrote, felt like losing a beautiful estate and no more, and grief taught only its own shallowness. Why could the loss not reach you?
- We wake and find ourselves on a stair, with steps below and above and no idea where it began. How should anyone live without seeing either end?
- Life is a train of moods, you write, each one a coloured lens that tints the whole world while it lasts. Is any mood the true one?
- Someone clutches hardest at a person or a moment and feels it slip away. Why do you call that slipping the most unhandsome part of our condition?
- "We live amid surfaces, and the true art of life is to skate well on them." Is that wisdom, or a way of never touching anything deep?