There are thresholds, and then … there are thresholds. We wake up each day with a more or less fixed groupings of them and use them to face what’s ahead. Some are tested right away, others not at all. Some severely, some lightly. We either draw new lines in the sand or lose ground and suffer. Some thresholds last, others don’t.
There are the thresholds colliding with the thresholds of others. It may be on the same battlefield, over one issue, but our defenses are clearly different. I’m strong, courteous, confident, patient, and humble this morning because I’m not threatened; while this afternoon I turn into a raving lunatic over something which is a mere trifle to another with a higher threshold. My only salvation is keeping my lunacy private. I hope the walls in my home are thick enough so my neighbors don’t hear me.
Then there’s the threshold of one facing the lies one says to himself. Forget the public. This is one that cannot be tossed aside by physically leaving it. Herein lies the warring, detentes, and treaties written in the clouds between ancient gods and goddesses, archetypes of the soul. These are the negotiations that go on for a lifetime. In the end, we can only hope peace is restored through the land and treasures are returned to the peasants whence they came.
Thresholds pushed by others get “pushed” because those interior gods are pushed and prodded. What happens “out there” happens because it happens “in here” first. Or, maybe not. Maybe it’s the reverse. It’s Marx – versus – Freud (two faces still needing to be on a stamp). Suffice it to say history is written by the “ins and outs” of warring gods, mine and yours. It’s the stuff of Shakespeare (who has his own stamp).
I fight opposing thresholds inside myself. One prefers to steer inward because that’s where the riches are. But another has to steer outward to deal with others (and theirs). Today, it was a lady who was completely out of her wits (a punctured threshold) because of a small indiscretion on my part. I failed to see “the line begins here” sign at Customer Service. I was instantly cast into the image of Satan. My mind was obviously “inside,” and I apologized profusely. But it was too late. The stereotype was already mapped out and cast. I had committed an unpardonable, mortal sin. The scene reminded me of how frail thresholds really are “out there,” putting my own on high alert.
It’s a fairly common dilemma for someone like myself. To be so “inside” that I neglect protocols, those courtesies that save us from embarrassment and conflict, some which are then difficult to unravel. The unfortunate incident at Customer Service had several thresholds converging (the lady behind the counter had hers as well).
Another threshold now also faces another danger, what might possibly take the form of a “complex.” It’s that of wrong persecution for doing dumb things. It’s the consequence of being too “inside” myself. Case in point: I was once standing in a long line at an airport, when I had to use the bathroom. I neglected to ask the person behind and/or in front of me to hold my place in line (that would be stepping out of my box). I thought I’d just slip “out and in” and no one would notice. When I returned to get in line, a security guard pulled me out claiming that everyone thought I had tried to “slip in line” unfairly. The next moment I turned around and a hundred people were staring at me, giving me the same hateful and condemning look the lady did at Customer Service. I tried to defend myself, but words were futile. I was already dodging stones. All I could do was disappear and find another flight. I was “right” but did the wrong thing. – I know the sting of persecution, being cast into “an image.” – I also confess to feeling things too deeply and rarely forgetting them. Hence, the (persecution) complex.
Thresholds keep us sane, or they force us to caste stones. Sometimes I get the feeling the whole world is casting stones, and it’s a threadbare threshold keeping things in check. As for law & order, my own neighborhood is witnessing that thread actually breaking. The “system” is losing its grip on crime. Which forces us to fortify our personal thresholds on vigilance and (in-)tolerance. We’re quite “on our own” today, putting it plainly.
Thresholds which cast stones also change daily. They fluctuate and bend like sound waves. Hence, the stones themselves – how many thrown, at whom, for what reason, and for how long. Everything oscillates in and out, back and forth, pressing, pulling, and stretching opposing forces. It’s thermodynamics is action. Euclid said (in his Second Common Notion) that “things that are equal to the same thing are equal to each other.” (Lincoln said this when referring to the North and South). – From a distance then, what all thresholds have in common are each other. No one threshold is better than or more important than the next. They all mutually attempt to find balance. It’s never found, always pushing and pulling – unless the pushing and pulling is itself the balance.
It’s a lesson still waiting to be learned: How to understand the dynamics of conflict. Not through suppression but by accepting conflict for what it is – often violent, fractious, confusing, and eternally unsettling. – If nature teaches anything, it’s this. We humans impose our own moral judgments, terms and concepts, on things that we deem “unfair,” which then need to be “resolved.” We impose our own rules to serve our needs. But then we only create more devastating forms of violence than before. Nature’s violence happens. It sustains us. It has its own kind of balance. Our thresholds for conflict will only grow when we understand that.
In other words, there’s the threshold of understanding Euclid and thermodynamics, the symbiosis between forces. – But now there’s another force also entering in: that of physical limitation. In other words, the flesh weakens. It’s an inevitable turn we all face. We don’t will it, but there it is. It’s as much out of our hands as the lady at the Customer Service counter and lines at an airport. There’s nothing to do, except to learn about our thresholds for limitation. Thresholds shift place to place, circumstance by circumstance, many times to where we least expect them. They test us. I’m not as quick “on the uptake” as I once was, and it forces my thresholds to adjust accordingly.
And then there’s the threshold which deals with self-deception (the “lies” mentioned above). We lie about, and to, ourselves daily – even when we think we’re not. So much rides on illusions, rules and absolutes, assumed to be real. It therefore brings up a threshold for deconstructing ourselves. When do we do that, for how long, and how much? The irony here is that the more we deconstruct, the more we understand nature’s rules and her thresholds. Nature is always there, underneath, making us see through our barriers.
When you’re thinking about it, just walking out the door has us facing an avalanche of converging/intersecting thresholds. Normally, our threshold for watching others with theirs is strong. We have no problem with it, until they involve us. We are by nature voyeurs. We also live by an instinct often known as schadenfreude – finding discrete pleasure and validation through the suffering of others. “There but for the grace of God, go I,” we say. “Better him than me.”
Then there’s the penultimate threshold: The willingness to still play “the game,” playing our parts in the theater of fools. Self-preservation is the strongest human instinct of all, but there’s also a threshold for how much one wants to play the game of “keeping score” (I think of Hesse’s Glass Bead Game). When its rich and scripts stay interesting, it’s fun. When it just “chewing leather,” it’s not. One grapples with this, it seems, more and more the older one gets.
So far, I wake up in a world which is still interesting, on some levels. On other levels definitely not (if they ever were interesting). My thresholds have not gotten stronger, just more clearly defined. I recognize them more readily, especially with limitations relating to age. I accept them for their imperfections. Even the ones that still get me in trouble. For example, I still have a “low” but persistent threshold for l’affairs de coeur. It takes me out of my safe zone which makes me feel alive. Oscar Wilde said we should “always” be in love (with somebody!), and who’s to argue with that? The thresholds for and against it battle constantly, and detentes are, at best, fleeting. There never will be a DMZ or balance. Unless again, the struggle itself is the balance. Knowing men and woman (as I do), the balance is the struggle.
Nature steps in. The exquisitely wonderful thing about surrogate companions (pets) is that they have no negative thresholds toward us. They embrace us just as we are, not just because we feed them but because they love us. We have much to learn from the animals, and the plants, and from the planet (Gaia) herself, who undoubtedly has the highest threshold of all for tolerating us. One day that threshold will snap, I predict, and the whole game of push-pull will simply end. Just like that.
© 2023 Richard Hiatt