It has been three years since this great woman and thinker moved on to the next world; she was a hero of mine.
The
first book of hers I read was a novella titled The Lathe of Heaven, a
science fiction book, but it was so much more. Through this short piece she spoke
to me about the nature of reality, the function of consciousness, of what it
means to be a human being.
She
took the title from the writings of the Taoist, Chuang Tzu (book 23, paragraph
7):
To let understanding stop at what
cannot be understood is a high attainment. Those who cannot do so will be
destroyed on the lathe of heaven ~
Her
book, which both dramatized this sentiment and recapitulated this warning took
me outside of myself and allowed me to see the whole-world in a different way.
I
was fifteen years old at the time, and without realizing it I found that I had
been introduced to Taoism (the esoteric tradition), which provided me with a
perspective that would subsequently shape the future course of my life.
I
read many other books and articles written by this great lady. When I was in
the Navy I found great comfort in the Earth
Sea Chronicles, a series of four
books in which she introduced a hero whose greatest enemy was himself, but
not himself exactly; his enemy was the specter and shadow of guilt that most,
if not all, human beings carry with them, because we are unable to ask for and
accept forgiveness for the things we have done that have hurt or harmed those
near to us, even their adversaries, because we are not able to forgive ourselves.
These
books were so simple and brief that they could really be seen as fairytales for
children to read, and indeed they can be read on that level, but her stories were
so masterfully crafted that adults will find them even more engaging for the depth
that is present right below the surface.
Three
years ago this great luminaries departed from our world, leaving a legacy of
literature to light the way for us.
We
need this light more than ever; if we liken our civilization to a garden the
garden we live in has been long under shadow. The fruit of our progress has
been drying on the vine, fellowship and common purpose have suffered accordingly.
We need these heroes, women and men like Ursula Le Guinn to light the way, to
bring us to the edge of the cloud of unknowing, to usher us into the mysteries
that are hidden in the mist.