Therapeutic Superstition

Moonrise

Here is a heartbreaking — and, sadly, true — story of a man who was too much in tune with nature to be left alone and allowed to be happy. From First Things:

At any rate, the thing I want chiefly to emphasize about Reuben is that he was a remarkably happy man: harmless, kind, and always in good spirits. In fact, I do not think I have ever known anyone else who took such evident delight in the world. He told me he had felt himself surrounded at all times by friends, human and otherwise: A walk in the country for him was a visit to the companions of his childhood. He spoke of “creation” (he rarely used the word “nature,” it seems to me) as an essentially “amiable” reality if one approaches it correctly. He may have been one of the few truly happy souls I have known in my life.

Reuben’s fate reminds me of this little story.

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8 thoughts on “Therapeutic Superstition”

  1. Sad state of affairs there, Mike. Hope things don’t ever come to that. Typical quick fixes with therapy and meds as well. The story was riveting – I loved everything about it!

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  2. In My Cluttered Attic,

    That’s the way it hit me. Funny, isn’t it, in an age when everyone is supposed to be an “individual,” that so many institutions demand conformity?

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