When I was a young man, I began searching for the meaning of life, because that’s what you do when you’re young and foolish (as opposed to old and foolish). I’d abandoned my former atheism and started reading the words of Jesus. But uncertainty and pride had caused me to stop mid-leap-of-faith and review my options: “How should I live?” I asked myself, the one person who clearly didn’t have the answer. So I went to Europe—because that’s what young men do—and scribbled my thoughts along the way.
I eventually returned home with a satchel-full of thoughts. Seeking a way to organize them, I turned to the Book of Ecclesiastes, the journey of the Wise Man, the king in Jerusalem. Like him, I’d searched for a reason to live, a purpose. Like him, I’d tried “isms” along the way: Materialism, Sensualism, Idealism. And like him, I’d experienced the emptiness (“vanity”) of each. In the end, the Wise Man and I both arrived at the same cistern, still thirsty, realizing we knew nothing.
Which is the beginning of knowing something.
Then I read Psalm 14:1, “The fool has said in his heart, ‘There is no God,'” and I knew I’d found my role in this parallel journey. So I called it Fool’s Odyssey. I later did readings of this piece in the U.S. and U.K., and am now revisiting and serializing it here.
The words of the Wise Man,
the son of David,
the king in Jerusalem.
The words of the Fool;
the sun had set,
the time had come.
“Vanity of vanities,” said the Wise Man;
“all is vanity and chasing after wind.”
And one generation passes away
and another one comes in its stead.
“And the earth abideth forever,” they say,
but you never can quite get ahead.
“And all of the rivers run into the sea,
yet the sea is never quite full.
Then unto the place from whence they came,
the rivers flow again.
And that which is done
is that which shall be done.”
‘Cause there’s nothing that’s new.
No, nothing new under the sun.
Hell. Well, this is hell, said the Fool. You know for the life of me, I couldn’t tell if I was that proverbial puppy chasing his tail, or that mischievous kitten after an ever-unraveling ball of yarn. I mean, either one was the same to me, perceivable only as a wisp of something or other.
But here’s the reason why I had to know: If only the tip of mine own tenacious tail, then the end was bound to be disappointing. O, but if the tip of a bit of a ball of yarn, then even though itself unraveled to nothingness, itself, in time, I thought, might lead me back to where it all began, and to the One who raveled it up.
And so my journey began.
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You have many colors to your life’s tapestry Mitch (despite the unravel and ravel-in’s)
I think it’s beautiful to be able to read about such a vibrant life-tapestry 🙂 x
I love your testimony, Mitch. I do hope you’re planning to make this a book someday.
Thank you, Annie. It was published as a novella in free verse many years ago. I’m reworking it now with a mind to including it in a future memoir.
What’s the name of the novella?
Fool’s Odyssey. It was a limited, autographed edition sold at readings.
loved that your journey was actually a journey……….. 🙂
Amen!
Glad God met you on the road!
Me too, Joy!
psalm 39:01 praise the lord
you made me beautiful
fall unto the mountains of israel
So good. I love to read ecclesiastes and follow it up with proverbs. Wise words.
I can definitely relate to denouncing God and then later being shown He is real. I was in so much pain I was angry and couldn’t understand how there could be a Good who would allow such suffering.
Well, what human hasn’t suffered? We grow older, experience more pain at times, and grow wiser – hopefully at least.
Thank you for sharing.
Nice. I’ll bet you know “Ash Wednesday,” which T.S.Eliot wrote so0n after he got religion. From the last stanza::
Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit
of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated
Yes, but it’s been years. Love Eliot.
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You know if I had read this at a younger age, I wouldn’t have quite understood the significance. Now that I’m a little older I can understand. To arrive at this point – “Which is the beginning of knowing something”….Either one feels a sense of desperation or a sense of hope. Cheers for wanting to share your journey along with the hope you experienced (which, hopefully may plant a seed for those who are behind, scramming along looking for inspiration). I love your writing. Thanks Mitch
My privilege, and thank you, Rob.
Praise be to God! Hallelujah! ✝️🕊
“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.”-/Romans 1:20, NIV
Psalm 53:1
hey mitch: Almost done with ‘the book’ A fool on the road to redemption’ Are you interested?
Tell me more a little more, Jack. It’s not published yet, right?
This is just awesomely powerful: “In the end, the Wise Man and I both arrived at the same cistern, still thirsty, realizing we knew nothing. Which is the beginning of knowing something.” 🙂
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