“Spirit is the life that itself cuts life.” This Nietzchean statement puzzles and challenges. What does a spirituality that cuts life – rather than just skimming over its surface – look like?
In an era where stated beliefs and actual deeds tend to fall far apart, we are pressed by the question of a spirituality that finds purchase in the world’s flesh. Expansive though it is, the question is also personal. I propose to explore it through my own metaphors and filters: Heathenry, runes, chaos magic, alchemy, psychology, philosophy, music, history, art, and the gods only know what else.
I use words as a tool for transformation. They’re powerful things; Heidegger assures us that “language is the house of Being,” and the Old Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem advises that “[the divine] is the chief of speech.” So much of culture, belief, and action is possible only through the pre-figuring power of words, lending order and structure to our perception, telling us where to attend and how to act.
Yet we all too easy fall into an abyss, one which lies between speech and action. We need metaphors with flesh, sinew, bone, and blood – else be stranded in the drought-stricken plains of empty intention. The purpose of my writing for “Spirit Cuts Life” is, therefore, to arm myself with words that can propel me across the chasm of irony and hypocrisy, a chasm which doggedly haunts the human condition. In the process I hope to share sentiments that help others to do the same.