{"id":13948,"date":"2026-10-21T01:12:16","date_gmt":"2026-10-21T05:12:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/notes-on-waking-up-from-the-trance-of-near-living-the-marginalian\/"},"modified":"2026-10-21T01:12:16","modified_gmt":"2026-10-21T05:12:16","slug":"notes-on-waking-up-from-the-trance-of-near-living-the-marginalian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/notes-on-waking-up-from-the-trance-of-near-living-the-marginalian\/","title":{"rendered":"Notes on Waking Up from the Trance of Near-Living \u2013 The Marginalian"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201cWhen you surrender, the problem ceases to exist,\u201d Henry Miller wrote in his stunning letter<\/a> to Ana\u00efs Nin<\/a> (February 21, 1903\u2013January 14, 1977). \u201cTry to solve it, or conquer it, and you only set up more resistance.\u201d <\/p>\n

But we, the controlling species, the conquering species, have a hard time with this notion of surrender; we, the conflicted species, spend our lives resisting it yet craving its liberations. <\/p>\n

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Ana\u00efs Nin<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Nin herself \u2014 a woman uncommonly liberated from the common traps of convention, control, and self-consciousness \u2014 took up the spiritual mechanics of this paradox in her first published book, D. H. Lawrence: An Unprofessional Study<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>), composed when she was still in her twenties. <\/p>\n

With an eye to D.H. Lawrence<\/a> (September 11, 1885\u2013March 2, 1930) and his \u201cphilosophy that was against division,\u201d his \u201cplea for whole vision,\u201d she writes:<\/p>\n

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When the realization came to the moderns of the importance of vitality and warmth, they willed the warmth with their minds. But Lawrence, with the terrible flair of the genius, sensed that a mere mental conjuring of the elemental was a perversion\u2026 Lawrence believed that the feelings of the body, from its most extreme impulses to its smallest gesture, are the warm root for true vision, and from that warm root can we truly grow. The livingness of the body was natural; the interference of the mind had created divisions, the consciousness of wrong-doing or well-doing.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

In a sentiment central to my own animating ethos<\/a>, she adds:<\/p>\n

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Life is a process of becoming<\/em>, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

It was Lawrence\u2019s own writing that awakened in her this awareness of ongoingness and the urgency of total aliveness \u2014 the way \u201clivingness<\/em> is the axis of his world, the light, the gravitation, and electromagnetism of his world.\u201d <\/p>\n

In his 1924 novel The Boy in the Bush<\/em><\/a>, Lawrence makes a stunning case for the indivisibility of it all \u2014 the beauty and the sorrow, the ache and the astonishment:<\/p>\n

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All real living hurts as well as fulfils. Happiness comes when we have lived and have a respite for sheer forgetting. Happiness, in the vulgar sense, is just a holiday experience. The life-long happiness lies in being used by life; hurt by life, driven and goaded by life, replenished and overjoyed with life, fighting for life\u2019s sake. That is real happiness. In the undergoing, a large part of it is pain.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

D.H. Lawrence<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

This was the foundational philosophy of Lawrence\u2019s worldview \u2014 the pulse-beat that makes his writing so resonant and eternally alive, the way all great spiritual texts are. He distilled this view in an especially beautiful passage from his 1923 novel Kangaroo<\/em><\/a>, reckoning with the most universal reality of life \u2014 the reality we spend our lives fighting, yet the one that peeks through in all of our greatest works of art and highest triumphs of the creative spirit. Echoing Whitman\u2019s defense of our inner multitudes, often at odds with each other, he writes in an era when every woman was a \u201cman\u201d<\/a> purely as a matter of linguistic convention:<\/p>\n

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If a man loves life, and feels the sacredness and mystery of life, then he knows that life is full of strange and subtle and even conflicting imperatives<\/em>. And a wise man learns to recognize the imperatives as they arise \u2014 or nearly so \u2014 and to obey. But most men bruise themselves to death trying to fight and overcome their own, new, life-born needs, life\u2019s ever strange imperatives. The secret of all life is obedience: obedience to the urge that arises in the soul, the urge that is life itself, urging us to new gestures, new embraces, new emotions, new combinations, new creations.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

In the same epoch when Hermann Hesse so beautifully defended the wisdom of the inner voice<\/a>, Lawrence\u2019s protagonist makes a passionate case for listening to the song of life as it reverberates through the singular cathedral of each self, yours and mine, as it did for Nin and Lawrence and every other great mind long sung out of existence:<\/p>\n

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I offer no creed. I offer myself, my heart of wisdom, strange warm cavern where the voice of the oracle steams in from the unknown; I offer my consciousness, which hears the voice; and I offer my mind and my will, for the battle against every obstacle to respond to the voice of life.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Complement with Mary Oliver on how to live with maximum aliveness<\/a> and Henry Miller on the measure of a life well lived<\/a>, then revisit Nin on the meaning of maturity<\/a> and how reading awakens us from the trance of near-living<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n

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