Thanks, both of you, for very enlightening posts. It's a strange but interesting movement: something which I really do experience as vanishing and as something which doesn't have to do with me, but which you both in different ways point out is something which is always there (in a concrete sense), and, as you say Damien, always both is and is not unknown territory.
If I were to push the thought a bit maybe I enjoy the feeling that I live on the outskirts of a certain immensity, but like this I never exactly confront it.
Hugh, it is a beautiful statement that one should be able to be a barbarian in the city, but what exactly does this mean? If we're thinking of the wilderness not as emptiness but as something very full (of a certain kind of life, certain silences, animals, light), who is the barbarian -- is he someone who follows another law or who follows no law at all? He's not just the American in Paris.
I suppose it's true intellectually that I sometimes feel I am in the midst of a wilderness despite all the chatter going on around me. But there's always the deep and basic question of
how literally to read the world. Yes, I have a conceptual understanding of what it means to be alone in the middle of empty space. But the fact remains that I haven't had this
physical experience. And I'm not sure I would know where to begin...