{"id":262511,"date":"2024-06-03T12:00:31","date_gmt":"2024-06-03T11:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=262511"},"modified":"2024-05-16T05:48:54","modified_gmt":"2024-05-16T04:48:54","slug":"the-flower-and-the-meaning-of-life-emily-dickinson-michael-pollan-and-the-little-prince","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2024\/06\/the-flower-and-the-meaning-of-life-emily-dickinson-michael-pollan-and-the-little-prince\/","title":{"rendered":"The Flower and the Meaning of Life: Emily Dickinson, Michael Pollan, and The Little Prince"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\u201cTo be a flower,\u201d Emily Dickinson wrote in her pre-ecological poem about ecology<\/a>, \u201cis profound Responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n

A century later, in one of the most poetic and existentially ravishing children\u2019s*<\/a> books of all time, Antoine de Saint-Exup\u00e9ry made his hero\u2019s central preoccupation the responsibility for a single flower \u2014 the Little Prince\u2019s beloved rose: fragile and self-concerned, ferociously hungry for love, capable of such tenderness and such cruelty, so ephemeral and so stubborn, so much a miniature of the contradictory animating forces that make us human.<\/p>\n

In the following century, as all stores in Los Angeles were forced to close at the mortal peak of a global pandemic, my photographer friend Elena Dorfman<\/a> made her way to the city\u2019s last open flower market, gathered dozens of flowers, and began documenting their slow entropic unblossoming as the days unspooled into weeks \u2014 photographs that became an arresting metaphor for a mortal world suddenly fathoming its fragility and resilience in a new way, suddenly awake to the profound responsibility of staying alive.<\/p>\n

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Art by Antoine de Saint-Exup\u00e9ry from the original 1943 edition of The Little Prince.<\/p><\/div>\n

For as long as humans have been alive and awake to our bittersweet cosmic inheritance as transient constellations of atoms capable of transcendent beauty, we have found in flowers models of moral wisdom<\/a>, emblems of freedom<\/a>, nonbinary pioneers<\/a>, portals to paying attention<\/a>. Over the epochs of time and thought, flowers have rivaled trees<\/a> as mirrors for the meaning of our human lives.<\/p>\n

That is what Michael Pollan<\/a> explores in some lovely passages from The Botany of Desire<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>) \u2014 the modern classic that gave us the radical roots of the flying-witch legend<\/a> and the story of how a virus made the world\u2019s most prized flower<\/a>.<\/p>\n

In consonance with Borges\u2019s conviction that time is the substance we are made of<\/a>, Pollan considers time as the tendril by which flowers exert their existential pull on us:<\/p>\n

Our experience of flowers is so deeply drenched in our sense of time. Maybe there\u2019s a good reason we find their fleetingness so piercing, can scarcely look at a flower in bloom without thinking ahead, whether in hope or regret. We might share with certain insects a tropism inclining us toward flowers, but presumably insects can look at a blossom without entertaining thoughts of the past and future \u2014 complicated human thoughts that may once have been anything but idle. Flowers have always had important things to teach us about time.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Specimens from the teenage Emily Dickinson\u2019s herbarium<\/a>.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Time, of course, is itself a creature of paradoxes \u2014 at once the relentless forward momentum of our mortality and the greatest antidote to the anxiety of aliveness<\/a>. \u201cWhen you realize you are mortal you also realize the tremendousness of the future,\u201d wrote the poet, painter, and philosopher Etel Adnan in her gorgeous meditation on impermanence and transcendence<\/a>. \u201cYou fall in love with a Time you will never perceive.\u201d<\/p>\n

It may be, Pollan intimates, that flowers betoken precisely this elemental duality and through it cast their enchantment upon us. After contouring their astonishing evolutionary history<\/a> \u2014 so astonishing that the baffled Darwin called it \u201can abominable mystery\u201d \u2014 he writes:<\/p>\n

Look into a flower, and what do you see? Into the very heart of nature\u2019s double nature \u2014 that is, the contending energies of creation and dissolution, the spiring toward complex form and the tidal pull away from it. Apollo and Dionysus were names the Greeks gave to these two faces of nature, and nowhere in nature is their contest as plain or as poignant as it is in the beauty of a flower and its rapid passing. There, the achievement of order against all odds and its blithe abandonment. There, the perfection of art and the blind flux of nature. There, somehow, both transcendence and<\/em> necessity. Could that be it \u2014 right there, in a flower \u2014 the meaning of life?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Meaning, of course, is just what we make of life \u2014 what we make of our mortality as an inevitability of the universe that made us<\/a>. \u201cIt is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important,\u201d the fox says to the Little Price. \u201cAll the stars are a-bloom with flowers,\u201d the Little Prince says to the pilot before he returns to that fathomless region of spacetime from which he had visited.<\/p>\n

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Art by Antoine de Saint-Exup\u00e9ry from The Little Prince<\/em><\/a>, 1943.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Complement with Rachel Carson on the ocean as a lens on the meaning of life<\/a> and Rebecca Solnit on trees and the shape of time<\/a> \u2014 for any fragment of nature contemplated closely and sensitively enough becomes a lens on human nature and our search for meaning, as Rockwell Kent so keenly felt amid the wild Alaskan solitude, observing that nature is \u201ca kind of living mirror that gives back as its own all and only all that the imagination\u2026 brings to it.\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a>My name is <\/em>Maria Popova<\/em><\/a> \u2014 a reader, a wonderer, and a lover of reality who makes sense of the world and herself through the essential inner dialogue that is the act of writing. <\/em>The Marginalian<\/em> (which <\/em>bore the unbearable name <\/em>Brain Pickings<\/a> for its first 15 years) is my one-woman labor of love, exploring what it means to live a decent, inspired, substantive life of purpose and gladness. Founded in 2006 as a weekly email to seven friends, eventually brought online and now included in the Library of Congress permanent web archive, it is a record of my own becoming as a person \u2014 intellectually, creatively, spiritually, poetically \u2014 drawn from my extended marginalia on the search for meaning across literature, science, art, philosophy, and the various other tendrils of human thought and feeling. A private inquiry irradiated by the ultimate question, the great quickening of wonderment that binds us all: What is all this? (<\/em>More<\/em><\/a>\u2026) <\/em><\/p>\n

Go to Original \u2013 themarginalian.org<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cTo be a flower,\u201d Emily Dickinson wrote, \u201cis profound Responsibility.\u201d A century later, Antoine de Saint-Exup\u00e9ry made his hero\u2019s central preoccupation the responsibility for a single flower \u2014 the Little Prince\u2019s beloved rose.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":262514,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[63],"tags":[3252,1177,1162],"class_list":["post-262511","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-inspirational","tag-gardening","tag-inspirational","tag-the-little-prince"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/262511","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=262511"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/262511\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":262515,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/262511\/revisions\/262515"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/262514"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=262511"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=262511"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=262511"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}