Michael Ventura: The Sadness that Stays

One of the many things I like about Michael Ventura’s writing — presumably, about his mind, though we have never met — is that he not only doesn’t stop at the easy answers, he doesn’t even pause. He’s always thinking for himself. Have you ever thought how rare that is, in a media-permeated culture such as ours?




Austin Chronicle – April 16, 2014

    “Can Google Solve Death?” Time ran that headline on its cover last September. They call it “radical life extension”: engineering biology so as to live much, much longer. My personal response is “No, thank you,” and my hunch is that the longer you extend longevity, the less you’ll like what you find – but let’s give a cheer of “Good luck!” anyway, because the more successful they are the more they’ll need the luck.

Others strive to link the human body to computers and robotics, as though we’re not monstrous enough as mere mammals. (Not surprisingly, there is abundant money to be made in increasing our capacity for monstrosity.)

As a Frankenstein myself, I can neither complain nor claim moral superiority. Science, in a sense, made me. Without medical advances spurred by World War II, my mother and I would not have survived my birth; or I would have been killed by those three bouts of pneumonia in my third and fourth years; or by that burst appendix at age five. Without science, I couldn’t see to drive. Without science (and insurance), I’d lack most of my teeth. Not to mention the blood pressure pills that keep my head from bursting. And that cream for the crabs.

Infirmity edges up on you like a high tide coming in, the kind of tide that drives you back against the cliff until there’s no beach left. To be spared physical indignities – who wouldn’t want that? But to “solve” death? To imagine a life in which death plays little part? To live without that great mystery staring at you, and waiting for you? Again, it’s only a personal preference, but: No, thank you.

What the radical life-extenders don’t grasp is that even if you quote-unquote solve death, and even if you extend the healthy lifespan by a century or two, you have not solved or even addressed the core experience of aging. Physically, you may not look and feel older, but you’ll be older.

You will always be a person of the era in which you grew and matured. Your era will mark you throughout your life, however long you live. Nothing can change that.

Artists know this very well, for it is as Yukio Mishima wrote: “Each period has its own style, and no artist living in a particular era can completely transcend that era’s style, whatever his individual outlook.”

It’s more obvious with artists, but it goes for everyone.

For instance, one may take for granted an element as basic as rhythm – by which I mean the rhythm of a society’s 24-hour day, the rhythm of a society’s year. During the last century in the United States, those rhythms have changed drastically almost by the decade, and to master the rhythms of the years in which you mature may leave you with a permanent sense of disorientation for what comes next – and something always comes next.

Some changes are very specific: To be a teenage American boy between 1940 and 1973 meant that, no matter what your station in life, you were likely to be drafted into the armed forces sometime between your 18th and 24th birthdays. Living with that hanging over your head breeds attitudes of all kinds, for better and worse – and those attitudes have become increasingly absent since 1973, for better and worse.

If I live another hundred years, I’ll still be shaped by having to choose between loyalty to my government and loyalty to my morality. That sort of mark doesn’t go away. Boys born after 1973 don’t carry that mark.

Styles of speech, styles of thought, styles of manners, and styles of values (for values, too, go in and out of style) – the era in which you mature marks you. In my observation, that era usually extends to about age 40-45.

By age 47 you may be in your prime, but you’re probably also in a rather set state and don’t venture much beyond your self-made and/or imposed boundaries – so you can’t readily learn that things you take for granted have already changed. The world you call “the world” isn’t the world anymore.

(This is why politicians make such gruesomely off-the-mark decisions.)

Sometime in your 50s, something else happens – a process that can be debilitating because maybe you don’t quite know it’s happening, since it happens largely in your unconscious.

Put simply: The world around you is no longer the world inside you.

By 45 or so, your psyche, with no conscious effort from you, has developed an incredibly detailed holographic map of the world – of life. That map has been drawn and revised over the years by your upbringing, your education, your experiences, your beliefs, your vices, your illusions, your lights and your shadows. That map has served well enough for you to survive. And that map, once it has set in for a while, is virtually impervious to change. It believes itself.

By 60 or so, the world has changed so much that your inner map can’t be depended upon. A profoundly disorienting event. Hard to get used to.

You’re stuck with your inner map, but it’s almost impossible to alter.

The only solution: Discipline yourself to keep your eyes and ears open and respond to the world that is, not the world you “see” on your map.

But most people choose another way and don’t even know they’re choosing: They confine their lives – and their opinions – to the limits of their map. That can pretty much work, if you’re affluent enough. Life gets thinner, or drier, or less resonant, but it’s still life, still familiar – and familiarity is as important to old people as it is to small children. But this approach eventually makes you feel useless as well as old.

(As for the word “old”: 60 is not the new 40. It’s really not. If Google and the robot-makers succeed, 160 won’t be the new 40 either. The body is far easier to change than the psyche. Hey: We don’t even have a firm concept of what the psyche is. Put colloquially, “We just know we got one.” And it’s unpredictable as hell – so much so, that in the Bible it’s often called Satan.)

It becomes an enormous and baffling psychological environment:

The world inside you is no longer the world around you.

That makes for a sadness. A sadness that stays.

Americans have a damnable time with sadness. Along comes a sadness and we take a pill, take another pill, try a new therapist, eat less (or more), drink more (or less), take a vacation, take another vacation, work out more (or less), retire, un-retire, get a pet, or, if all else fails, redecorate.

But there’s shit that’s just sad. The era that shaped you, the era in which you felt more at home than you ever realized – watching it literally disappear into nothing – that’s sad.

The passing of an era is a poignant thing. A large experience. And it doesn’t end. It stays poignant and large. To accept that is to accept your place in the procession.

“What do we do with that?” asks the annoying American.

Doing isn’t everything. Often, doing isn’t even doing. It’s make-work. To fill the silence one fears.

(Even if Google solves death, it won’t solve that silence.)

The sadness of aging, the sadness that stays, doesn’t have to take you over but it isn’t going away. It can make you bitter if you let it. Make you pathetic if you let it. Make you delusional. (When someone tells me, “68 is not really old,” I know I’m listening to an at least mildly delusional person.)

The sadness that stays – I know no way for myself but to make a friend of it. (“Good morning, blues, pull up a chair.”) I am learning, slowly and at cost, to value this particular sadness, this large experience, as a sort of being who has something to teach me. I’m learning to listen for its lessons. (There, that’s something to do.)

I’ve learned so far that these lessons are delivered by unexpected messengers at odd times of the day. Some are fun and some are hard and they’re not meant to solve anything.


8 thoughts on “Michael Ventura: The Sadness that Stays

  1. Thanks for posting this article, Frank. It sort of resonates w/ me lately, for I’ve felt a heavy sadness for some time now. I’m not sure I’d “go the same places” as Michael (I may be one of those “delusional” sorts who is very interested in his inner “road map”! I find it keeps getting updated, regardless of what seems to be going on outside me…) “Making a friend of the sadness” is kinda where I’m “at” right now. It frequently involves sleeping in more (has been an exceptionally gloomy/chilly Spring locally), studying my dreamscapes, other altered states, doing more w/ my art.

    “Time” is a funny creature. I’d guess those who’ve experienced “transcendent”, or even “just plain altered” states get a different “overview” of time. While in this human form, it does seem so incredibly real, and as Bob Monroe pointed out in one of his books, “signing up” for the “In-Human Experience” came w/ the agreement that Serial Time is Real. Facing my own mortality? Yes, I’ve been doing so since at least age 14; can’t say I really come to grips w/ it (part of my burning desire to find out that “I am more than my physical body”?)

    Indeed, science has done some wonderful things–except where it’s become another religion, as is beholden to the Corporate bottom line. Hence all this “techie worship” stuff coming out now. I was kindly, but somewhat misguidedly, given gift subscriptions to “Popular Science” and “Smithsonian” magazines. I usually just glance at the highly “technoflash” headlines, and quickly trot the magazines over to our local library for donation. Where there is the honest spirit of inquiry, and the in-built “self-check” mechanism that such-and-so theory may be wrong, but we’ll keep testing, I applaud science. Practitioners such as Rupert Sheldrake and Joe McMoneagle come to mind (to even get their research looked at, they have had to “hyper”-prove their methodologies and results!)

    My own opinions, mind you, but I just felt like writing a few of my own musings on this rainy day, before I dive back into my “Seth” books, and watch another video on the “Afterlife” channel…;)


  2. Thank you very much Frank—every word is true.

    I have bought the book “A Journey to Arcturus” which is to indicate how far-reaching the creative mind can be.
    It is absolutely no limitation of the imagination and the fantasy in the book.

    Hmm,I am to prefer of to stay in the earth instead…especially in the lovely springtime and dreaming the world away.

    Another thought…thinking of us to be exactly the same after death !!

    P.S. Edgar Cayce have some Readings about Arcturus. In the Readings is it told of Arcturus to be the Main-Constellation of us to pass before of to go on unto other Systems.

  3. This is all very true, I am saying it from experience. Thank you for telling it out loud in this age, when most everybody is trying to stay young, at least looking young, the wrinkle creams, the diets, the workouts still won’t change the facts that there is a different world inside,than outside.
    We all have to make peace with aging and accept it, because it is here and nothing will change that. Passing youth is sad, just like change is almost always sad.
    People tolerate change badly, most of us.
    Even if it changes for the better, still hard if not impossible to accept it.
    That I know also from experience.
    Once I participated in a 7 day zen sesshin, very austere, get up at 4 am, bed around 11 pm and during the day sitting and sitting and pain, and pain and no talking for 7 days.
    Only meditating, some work, also without words.
    When the week was over and we all gathered joyously around the table and talked and talked, I felt a strange urge to go back to the zendo and sit.
    I sneaked back and guess what: others also felt the need to go back and sit. We were so used to it, we could not accept the change.
    Thanks again for the wonderful article.

  4. wow, that’s kind of beautiful.
    It defines what I have been feeling for a while now and pondering restricting my life or blossoming in my “old age.” thanks

  5. This guy has the ungreatful, backwards view point of life and obviously has issues dwelling on the past to think so small mindedly on ALL his points. Highlander the series showed what it would be like to live forever and the correct, and greatful perspective. Remember, we are even made to live 1000 at least it’s just we are so spiritualy disconnected and ignorant now that most humans fly straight down hill torwards death; living only up to 60 or 80 in bad health.

  6. This article evoked a delicious melancholia for me. I enjoy the sadness; it is rich and deep. Nostalgia creates my map and I relish retracing my steps…

    Also, on the flip side, I am experiencing great joy at 60. I recall that somewhere in the Seth Material he talks about a second blossoming of some sort at this age. I have to say that I feel both the sadness and the joy and am trying to tune in AGAIN to my purpose.

    Enjoyed your interview on Coast to Coast last night!

    1. Hi Kathleen,

      I appreciated your comments about nostalgia; I’ve felt this for some time now as well. And the sadness I feel at changes is good (such as grieving the loss of two of our long-time kitty companions); if I allow the sadness, it feels quite cleansing.

      As to what “gets me into trouble w/ suffering” is when I have regrets over the past (manifesting as depression), or needless worry over the future (anxiety). I’d like to think my inner road map is not so fixed and static (as implied in the article), but continually updating, from both what I encounter “outside”, as well as inner promptings (my own analogy is the navigation systems in many cars and most planes; they must be updated regularly as things change).

      I am also into the Seth Material; my wife, who’s followed this for 40 years, turned me onto this, and I finally started reading “The Early Sessions” four years ago. I find it a very liberating perspective; I am in the midst of trying out the ideas presented, such as the concepts of “moment points” and “the spacious present”.

      Myself, I “went into crisis” about four years ago, and am still figuring out where I go next, to “come into life” perhaps for the first time “this time around”! We recently moved from a relatively isolated location to a very artistic/musical community (plus we have met others interested in talking about “Seth” and other esoterica–which was rare where we lived before), and my explorations feel “more supported” here.

      Anyway, thanks again; if my comments get too much longer, I may have to start my own blog! 😉


  7. What a great piece, he put a name to this thing that has descended around me. That makes me feel like I am high on something that no one else knows about. Like I have a secret. Like I am driving a beautiful road at night with a clouded moon. Till the end.

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