The beauty and tragedy of endings

“Portraiture suggests a parallel memory in the universe in which all things persist. Photography touches us so mysteriously because we have an intuition that all things are remembered in some invisible place beyond dreams, where everything that was exists in a sort of universal, divine amber.”

Ben Okri, A time for New Dreams

 

Very rarely a book will bring me to tears, when I read this passage from Okri’s sublime collection of essays I was cut to the heart. It made me cry because, as much as I might like it to be true that somehow, somewhere all things persist, I suspect that this isn’t so. Endings are real and the past no longer exists.

Okri is right that photographs speak to that longing. This is one of my favourite pictures of me:

Egypt2006_015

It was over 6 years ago just after I had experienced a nervous breakdown. I was signed off work with depression, and with nothing else to do I embarked on a last minute holiday alone to Luxor in Egypt. I visited the Valley of the Kings on the west bank of the Nile and as I emerged from one of the tombs a guide took my camera from me to take the photograph.

And here I am, the moment preserved, emerging from the dusty darkness. When I look into my eyes I can remember who I was and what I was experiencing and then I think of who I have become and how vibrant and joyful my life is now and I want to tell him that everything will be alright. But that moment is gone and that person no longer exists except as a photograph on the wall and a series of 1’s and 0’s on my hard drive.

One of my art works saw its end recently as well. The street art angel in Parson Cross, Sheffield was demolished to a pile of rubble:

Rubble

The sadness at its ending is also filled with a deeper and stronger joy. An ending means a story has been told and is now complete. Then I suppose a story lasts as long as it is retold before it fades from the collective memory just as a person’s life fades in the same way.

It seems to me that because of the endings, because nothing persists, then that gives all that we have right now a deeper value. A story that never ended wouldn’t be worth telling. Beauty is found in the fact that it is fleeting and will soon be gone forever.

But grief is real and the sharp pain of loss is real. Maybe that’s why we need to keep faith with the longing that Okri describes: the human instinct that everything somehow is preserved forever.

I don’t know what to believe and who can ever know for sure? This is a place where certainty and self-delusion go hand in hand. But I do know which version of reality is the most painful. Perhaps the joy and tragedy of the universe is that the realisation that endings are real, no matter how much we might long for things to be otherwise, may also be the most beautiful truth.

 

 

 

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5 thoughts on “The beauty and tragedy of endings

  1. Powerful stuff as always Ric so glad of the joy you now have, the photo is really striking. Having shared today at the ending of someone’s life I have to live in hope of what ultimately exists in God, God who persists even when we do not.

  2. Thank you as always for your deep and pertinent reflections. As you know the angel on the fishfood roundabout (there was always a sign above it with an arrow off to an aquarium suppliers) welcomed me and bid me farewell as I arrived in and departed from Sheffield for my sessions at the Urban Theology Unit. I saw it was sectioned off in January and wondered about its next stage of the journey. It mirrored my own experience of knowing that this time of training and research has to draw to an end too – so maybe we are moving on together.

  3. Ric,This is a beautiful, beautiful piece of writing which so clearly articulates the years of difficult living required to harvest such life-giving reward – for yourself and others.Thank-you so much for sharing yourself here on your blog. It always encourages me on my own journey on the other side of the world. Today, it was a very special gift from God.Chelle

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