BELIEF: Interior Chaos by Christian Wiman

Interior Chaos by Christian Wiman

From My Bright Abyss

The greatness of Ulysses is partly in the way it reveals the interior chaos of a single mind during a single day, and partly in the way it makes the idiosyncratic clamor universal.  However different the textures of our own lives may be, Bloom’s mind is our mind; the welter of impressions he suffers and savors is a storm we all know.  And that is the book’s horror, too: some form of this same fury of trivia is going on in the mind of every sentient person on the planet.  How much cruelty is occasioned simply because of the noise that is within us: the din is too great to realize exactly what we are doing to others, or what is being done to others in our name.  Thus an offhand remark, which leaves us as easily as a breath and which we think no more of than a breath, cuts a friend to the quick.  And thus a whole country can be organized toward some collective insanity because there is no space in individuals to think. 

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