Showing posts with label Charles Schulz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Schulz. Show all posts

Monday, January 9, 2012

Where does resolve come from?

Happy New Year, Charlie Brown (1986) (TV)

Linus van Pelt:
  When Leo Tolstoy was writing "War and Peace", his wife, Sonya, copied it for him seven times. And she did it by *candlelight*, *and* with a dip pen. And sometimes, she had to use a magnifying glass to make out what he had written. 


Charlie Brown:
  Linus, I really... 


Linus van Pelt:
  Had to do it after their child had been put to bed, and the servants had gone to their garrets, and it was quiet in the house. Just think, Charlie Brown: she wrote the book seven times with a dip pen. And you're telling me you can't even read it once?

Listen, Linus. I know what you’re doing. 
You want Charlie Brown to show some resolve. 
The assignment is overwhelming. 
The deadline is looming. 
You just want your friend to succeed. 


But you’re going about it all wrong. 


Sure, it’s the time of the year for resolutions and Charlie Brown needs to be resolute; to resolve that he will finish the monolithic tome. 


But, Linus, who has ever found the power to push the train uphill purely on inspiration juice pressed from the monumental suffering of others? 


If sacrifice and suffering impelled the race to greater feats, humanity would now be deified. Suffering saturates the air we breathe; it clogs news-feed arteries. 


Sacrificial dedication based on someone else’s sacrifice? It lacks oomph. 


Leo wrote the voluminous War and Peace because he believed it. 
Sonya copied it seven times because she believed in Leo. 
If Charlie Brown is going to read it through, even once, it will happen because Charlie Brown believes that he is worth more than the “lowest grade you can get without failing.” 


Resolve doesn't come from appreciating the enormity of another’s sacrifice. 

Resolve comes when you are ready to claim and defend and ever protect that which if washed away would erase you from the human schema.


This is a new kind of responsibility thinking: personal and communal.


Linus, what do you say you and I explore this?  I just happen to have a book here with me...maybe we should start here?













Saturday, October 15, 2011

The Security of Insecurity

Wiser people than Linus Van Pelt have roamed the earth.  Still, profundity per capita considered, Linus ranks highly among the definitive sages under sixteen.  While Charles Schulz allowed him to outgrow the marvelous, blue blanket, his expansive need for it is useful to me even now.


There is a wisdom in insecurity.  There is a security that creeps out from insecurity.  There is a powerful claim being made in the embrace of the silent blue guardian.  


Blue blankets blazon that change is sudden and near.  Blue blankets are more subtle than street corner prophets and their cardboard declarations of doom.  More subtle, but no less fatalistic.  Suffering is immanent.  Danger lurks.  Trust is a highly inflated currency created and disbursed with little to no collateral.  


Linus knows something about the actuality and certainty of suffering:
Kids at camp will mock him.  
Sally will stalk him. 
Lucy will pound him and throw him out of his own home.  
Snoopy will rob him.  
The girl who sits behind him will reject him.  


There is something remarkably comforting about certainty.


It is precisely the presence of a blue blanket that makes Linus
a voice to be heard.


It says he has his eyes opened to the messy menagerie of life moments exploding all around him.


Charlie Brown will never get it...the football that is...because, well, Charlie Brown will never get it.


Lucy might help us with some pop psychology worthy of a spot on Oprah's new network...
but in the end you and I are just another nickel in her mind.


Schroeder's lost in the arts -- out picketing budget cuts for after school programs
and for all the love of Snoopy, he just can't get out of the past -- still fighting yesteryear's front page public enemies.


Linus is our only hope.


The security of his insecurity has led Linus to a fascinating philosophy toward life.  It has equipped him with three powerful charms that ward off the bad ju-ju of the impending epic fail lurking behind and looming overhead and laying traps just ahead.  


Linus has FAITH:  something to believe in that heals his life.


Linus has HOPE:  something to look forward to that makes today tolerable.


Linus has LOVE:  something to do that makes the first two happen in someone else's life.


And though all the other spiritual gifts named in the Christian Bible are, in those pages, predicted to fail in time, these three remain...because suffering remains.  And so long as there is suffering these co-exist to be a response, a deep inner reconciliation, to the problem of pain.  This is the security found in insecurity: there is plenty to fear.  And when what we fear most happens, those three seeds of wisdom are plowed deep in sacred soil.







The only thing there is to fear is...


A rabid bat tangled in a toddler's hair?
http://www.ky3.com/news/ktla-rabid-bat-in-hair,0,2205072.story


friends like these?
http://www.ky3.com/news/kdvr-two-men-accused-of-partying-with-dead-friend-20110915,0,2635207.story


swamp monsters!
http://www.ky3.com/news/wpix-monster-crocodile-caught,0,5255740.story


Another SAW sequel?
http://www.ky3.com/news/ktla-glendale-hernia-butter-knife,0,6898818.story


Gumby???
http://www.ky3.com/news/ktla-gumby-robs-convenience-store,0,6543594.story