May You Live in Epic Times

When all escapes have been eliminated, whatever remains, however questionable, becomes necessary.

At most times, in most places, history is busy rhyming with itself. The same holds true of the future: at most times, in most places, the future is busy rhyming with itself. There are always golden and dark ages in the past. There are always utopias and dystopias just beyond the horizon.

The fact that histories and futures rhyme so much, or as I like to think of it, are in rerun mode so much, allows us to inhabit escaped realities that are effectively outside of time. The sort of timeless time that the Greeks associated with their least-known third god of time: Aion. Unlike the better-known Chronos and Kairos, Aion personifies neither objective time, nor subjective time, but timelessness. Aion is the god of the nontemporal eternities, utopian and dystopian, golden and dark. He is the god of cyclicalities and finite games, symbolized by the ouroboros, a serpent biting its own tail. Asian time, arguably, is entirely the ahistorical shadow of an Aionic world. Karma is Aion in disguise.

When Aion is ascendant, you can choose to escape reality and live inside the rhymes of the past and future, inhabiting time via Fourier transform, rather than living in the present. In fact, when Aion is strongest, your escapes can be so complete, you even lose awareness of their being escapes. Because there’s nothing new in the present and everything can be found in the rhymes. You can check out completely.

Most humans spend much of their lives living in the commodity non-time of  the Aionic realms, inhabiting escaped realities. Time is something that happens to other people.

But when the future is not like the past, the present becomes unique, and you must actually live in it. At least for a while.

Such times are interesting times. Such times are epic times. And depending on the part you’re called upon to play, they may be cursed times, or blessed times.

I’ve personally lived through two epic times and am living through a third right now. Fortunately, never in a starring role.

The first time around, I was 16, and it was the fall of the Berlin Wall. The world changed and I willingly changed with it. The second time around, it was the 9/11 attacks, and the world changed again, and once again, I changed with it, a little more reluctantly. And now, well, we’ll know what this is about  and how I’ve changed when it’s all over.

The first time, I was on the side of the blessed. The second time was a toss-up.

This time around… TBD. It feels like a curse, but maybe it will turn out to be a blessing in disguise somehow. The great thing about the arrhythmia of full-blown temporality is that you don’t know how it will turn out. The rhymes of histories and futures offer no spoilers for epics.

People don’t get this about epics.

The rather surprising thing about the world’s epics is that they are decidedly not timeless. They are about very specific people dealing with very specific inescapable challenges in particular times and places.

Almost nothing that takes place in epic narratives is of any direct relevance to events at other times and places. The Iliad is about a bunch of Greeks besieging a bunch of Trojans over some very specific grievances. The Mahabharata is about a fraternal conflict over a half-mythological kingdom.

What is epic about epics is not their scale, grandeur, or universality of philosophical relevance. Rather, what makes an epic an epic is that it is a story about people who must inhabit a sui generis time and place very intensely, without recourse to escapes into the rhymes of history and future.

Epics are stories about prisoners of time, who cannot escape into comforting reality rhymes. Epics are breaks in the rhyme scheme of history, when the future stops being like the past, and the present is, for a while, entirely unlike anything besides itself.

Epic times feel weird to live through. Reality gets so real, it gets surreal.

One cannot retreat from an epic age by appealing to a larger logic of golden and dark ages that will sort itself out. Nor can one navigate an epic from within a bubble of the as-yet-unnormalized unevenly distributed future.

Epics are irreversible transitions between aeons, those indeterminate stretches of nontemporality that form the canvas of Aionic escaped realities. The long periods of rhyming boredom punctuated by brief moments of arhythmic terror.

An epic is a story of the universe challenging humans to make history, by introducing new rhymes into it. Epics have Aionic consequences, but are not themselves subject to Aionic laws. They rewire our ability to escape reality, but are not themselves escapes from reality.

Epics are singularities of the collective psyche, bottlenecks of the imagination, liminal passages in the evolution of the human condition, newly minted rhymes for the blockpoetry of history.

So during an epic time, we humans cannot retreat to an Aionic railroad siding. You can try, but epic times severely punish retreats into Aionic realms, often with death.

Aion must retreat, and allow Chronos and Kairos battle for temporal supremacy.

Epic Being

Presence

Nerve and Imagination

Thinking about marching for hundreds of miles with blistered feet, I was reminded of a line from a pulp thriller I read as a kid. I think it was by Desmond Bagley, but I’m not sure. In it, the hero must march out of a desert. The sentence describing his inner dialogue has stuck with me all these years. If I recall correctly, it went something like this:

One damn step after the next damn step. One bloody foot after the next bloody foot.

The Aionic being ponders timeless problems. How do we find happiness? How do we seek truth? What is meaning?

Where shall we have lunch? But we just went there last week.

The temporal being just puts one foot in front of the next, navigating the inner and outer challenges presented by every intensely inhabited, rhymeless moment.

The epic temporal being does the same thing, except for 700 miles, with blisters, without a break, and keeps going. Non-epic temporal beings fall by the wayside, claimed early by Chronos.

I’ve often wondered if I have what it takes to do that kind of epic thing, and I very much doubt it.

I have a trait that is a good master and poor slave in Aionic realms but a poor master and good servant in epic times: imagination. It’s not perhaps a very goodimagination, but it can reliably transport me away from the here-and-now when I need to escape.

More importantly, it is not an imagination that likes to play servant. It is very much a master, even if only a mediocre one. Which means it turns into a liability during epic times. I know this because I didn’t navigate the last two particularly well, and am not putting up a great showing in this one either.

The problem arises because there are no doors to escape through. Imagination as master, under such conditions, simply scares the possessor to death.

As a servant though, imagination is much more useful during epic times, and can be helpful in figuring out where to plant the next bloody foot. And the next. And the next.

The story of this temporal trudgery only appears repetitive and cyclic from the Aionic perspective. From the epic perspective, each step is a story that requires the injection of imagination. The myth in the myth of Sisyphus is that he is engaged in a repetitive, rhyming task.

So it isn’t imagination per se that is the cause of the weakness, but the casting of imagination as master under conditions that call for epic total presence. Imagination as Aionic temptation rather than one-bloody-step-ahead pathfinder. It is this sort of imagination-as-master that, instead of helping, actively keeps you from taking one damn step after the next, putting one bloody foot after the next. Instead it freezes you in time and space, and eventually Kairos departs, packing away his scales, as Chronos catches up and taps you on the shoulder.

No, this will not do. For temporal times, you need a different master: nerve. A quote from Arthur C. Clarke that I’ve been sharing a lot lately gets at this.

The inescapable conclusion. Nerve lies in seeing the inescapable as inescapable, in seeing the necessity nestling in a haystack of possibility via a next step that must be taken.

To imagine that there might be a better life than being caught in some dystopian cycle of poverty, drugs, and war requires a feat of imagination almost everybody is capable of. To put one bloody foot after another for hundreds of miles to get out of there takes a kind of nerve that very few people have during commodity times, when seductive rhymes keep you captive, but a surprising number of people seem to conjure up during epic times.

To imagine that there might be a better life than some utopian cycle of changeless tedium is even harder, and to voluntarily break out of it requires superhuman boredom.

And when either happens, important problems get solved.

Important Problems

Do you ever have trouble figuring out what is important? Really important? Then you’re not living in epic times.

Epic times are times when importance assessments are such no-brainers, they are reduced to unconscious instinct. And almost all the time, in an epic, the important thing is to put one bloody foot after the next bloody foot.

There is only one important problem in an epic: finding the next step to take.

Imagination finds the foothold, nerve takes the step. Over and over. Never repeating itself, no two steps the same, as you steadily draw away from fatal rhymes. The idea of importance becomes indistinguishable from the idea of simply continuing to exist.

Temporal importance, litigated at every step between Chronos and Kairos, is a very different beast from nontemporal Aionic importance. We sometimes use the terms urgent and important to distinguish the two, but I don’t like this, because the terms separate temporality and consequentiality within an unhelpfully Aionic bias.

Both a toothache and a bathroom emergency are urgent but not important. Climate change is important, but not urgent. At least not at bathroom-emergency time scales, or for that matter at any time scale that humans experience as “urgency” (which is part of the reason it is a difficult problem at all).

But where does the problem of putting one bloody foot after the next bloody foot fall in this 2×2? It is neither important, nor urgent in an Aionic sense, because the distinction doesn’t make sense in condition of intense, perhaps epic, temporality. But it is something more important than importance itself, it is necessary, rather than merely possible. People inside an epic always know what must be done next. Epic conditions are environmental conditions that make the nervy option the only visible one. You accept the inescapable not because you finally see it, but because all escapes have been cut off.

When all escapes have been eliminated, whatever remains, however questionable, becomes necessary.

Or think of it this way: urgency is an Aionic being’s idea of temporal importance. It is a timeless idea of timeliness. Urgency is a temporally stupid person’s idea of living in temporally smart person’s world, by transforming inescapable temporality into unnecessary stress, rather than choosing greater presence, more aliveness.

Or think of it this way: the gods cannot ever truly understand time because they exist outside of it. Q cannot ever truly understand Captain Picard or Janeway. Temporality is how being human can be more powerful than being a god. Gods might have more fun, but only humans can epic.

What you must do for the privilege, is allow nerve be the master of imagination, charging the process of putting one bloody foot after the next with all the vitality, irreversibility, and living intensity you can bring to it.

I suppose this is what the phrase gradatim ferociter really signifies. Step-by-step, ferociously.

Human beings do not generally do this unless forced to by circumstances. At least not normal ones. Perhaps there are naturally epic personalities who inhabit reality with an intense, total presence even without pathways of Aionic escape being cut off. People for whom the only reality is Philip K. Dick reality: that which does not go away when you stop believing in it.

Such people are always fully present because nothing goes away when they stop believing in it.

As for the rest of us, we exist in varying states of Aionic escape from reality, within the timeless rhymes of past and future. Until those pathways of escape are cut off.

And then you too must live in epic times.

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