Bertrand Russell on the love of truth, the truth of love, and the 2 pillars of human flourishing; Sappho's timeless ode to what comes after heartbreak

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If you already donate: THANK YOU. [The Love of Truth and the Truth of Love: Bertrand Russell on the Two Pillars of Human Flourishing]( [facetoface_topolski_burnett-1.jpg?fit=320%2C343]( In the mid-1950s, as the icy terror of the Cold War was cloaking the embering rubble of two World Wars, the BBC producer and cartoonist Hugh Burnett envisioned an unexampled program to serve both as a cross-cultural bridge and a mirror beaming back to a dimmed and discomposed humanity the noblest and most beautiful ideas of its noblest and most beautiful minds. Face to Face — a series of intimate conversations with people of genius, influence, and exceptional largeness of spirit, interviewed by the British broadcaster and politician John Freeman — began as short-wave radio broadcasts to listeners in the Far East and soon became a BBC television program. Television was then a young medium, aglow as any young medium with the promise of its potential and blind to its peril — something reflected with chilling clarity in Burnett’s own idealistic vision for it, so starkly contrasted by the echo chamber and manipulation laboratory television has become in the half-century since: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]One of the most important functions of television is the honest display of human beings to one another. When this happens, it becomes possible to judge whether the standards and beliefs being held up for approval are really as valid and generally supported as we are led to believe. Social progress is slowed by [isolation]( and one of the great advantages of good television is that people are exposed to wide varieties of views and attitudes quite different form their own. This is the vision that shaped Face to Face, which set the template for what became, half a century later, the most popular manifestation of a new medium: the podcast. The best of these BBC conversations, accompanied by the great Polish expressionist painter Feliks Topolski’s live portraits of each subject, were later condensed and edited into what might best be described as first-person narratives fusing autobiography and existential reflection, and published as the out-of-print 1964 treasure [Face to Face]( ([public library](. [bertrandrussell_felikstopolski1.jpg?resize=680%2C570] Bertrand Russell by Feliks Topolski from Face to Face, 1964. Among the thirty-five subjects included in the book, alongside Martin Luther King, Edith Sitwell, and Carl Jung, was the Nobel-winning English mathematician, logician, philosopher, and sanity steward Bertrand Russell (May 18, 1872–February 2, 1970), whom I [continue to consider]( one of the most lucid and luminous minds our civilization has produced, and by far the philosopher whose ideas — ideas at the rare and necessary nexus of science and humanitarianism — I most admire in totality. Having lost his mother when he was two and his father when he was three, Russell fell in love with [Euclid]( amid the loneliness of his childhood. In the loveliness of mathematics and logic, he discovered an instrument of thought that could have, were it more widely adopted, prevented the inhumanity of the world wars. Shortly before his [remarkable response to a fascist’s provocation]( he reflects on the greatest peril of and to our humanity: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]Fanaticism is the danger of the world. It always has been and has done untold harm. I think fanaticism is the greatest danger there is. I might almost say that I was fanatical against fanaticism. [bertrandrussell_felikstopolski.jpg?resize=680%2C595] Bertrand Russell by Feliks Topolski from Face to Face, 1964. When asked what, in nearly ninety years of living, he has learned about life that he considers most important to pass on to posterity, Russell offers two things — “one intellectual and one moral.” The first is a sentiment evocative of Carl Sagan’s [“Baloney Detection Kit”]( for critical thinking: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]When you are studying any matter or considering any philosophy ask yourself only what are the facts and what is the truth that the facts bear out. Never let yourself be diverted either by what you wish to believe or by what you think would have beneficent social effects if it were believed, but look only and surely at what are the facts. That is the intellectual thing that I should wish to say. Two world wars after Tolstoy asserted in [his little-known correspondence with Gandhi]( that “love is the only way to rescue humanity from all ills” and a decade after W.H. Auden made what remains the single most poignant one-word revision in the history of the English language — the idealistic “we must love one another or die” before the Second World War to the disillusioned “we must love one another and die” after it — Russell adds his second vital learning: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]The moral thing I should wish to say… is very simple. I should say: love is wise, hatred is foolish. In this world, which is getting more and more closely interconnected, we have to learn to tolerate each other. We have to learn to put up with the fact that some people say things that we don’t like. We can only live together in that way and if we are to live together and not die together, we must learn the kind of charity and the kind of tolerance which is absolutely vital to the continuation of human life on this planet. Complement with Russell’s kindred-spirited contemporary Albert Camus on [the three antidotes to the absurdity of life]( — the third of which is an exquisite affirmation of Russell’s moral bequeathal — and a poetic counterpart in Maya Angelou’s [“A Brave and Startling Truth,”]( and then revisit Russell on [how to heal an ailing and divided world]( [our mightiest defense against political manipulation]( [what makes a fulfilling life]( and his immensely insightful Nobel Prize acceptance speech about [the four desires driving all human behavior](. 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You can beam some bit-love my way: 197usDS6AsL9wDKxtGM6xaWjmR5ejgqem7 [The Big Picture: Ellen Bass’s Immense and Intimate Poem of Perspective and Persistence, Read by Amanda Palmer]( [TheHumanLine_EllenBass.jpg?fit=320%2C484]( “Yours is a grave and sobering responsibility, but it is also a shining opportunity,” the poet turned marine biologist Rachel Carson enjoined a gathering of young people about to commence their lives as she was exiting hers, having [catalyzed the modern environmental movement]( with her courageous 1962 book Silent Spring “Mankind is challenged, as it has never been challenged before,” she told the coming generations in what became her [stunning and sobering farewell]( “to prove its maturity and its mastery — not of nature, but of itself.” A generation later, the ecologically sonorous poet Mary Oliver opened [one of the century’s most beloved poems]( with this tender sidewise rejoinder to the call of overwhelming responsibility: “You do not have to be good. / You do not have to walk on your knees / For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. / You only have to let the soft animal of your body / love what it loves.” Yet another generation later, in the midst of a sixth extinction the function of a failed civilizational responsibility, the poet Ellen Bass twines these sentiments and sensibilities in her staggering poem “The Big Picture” — a rare masterpiece of perspective, immense and intimate, originally published in her 2007 collection [The Human Line]( ([public library]( and read here by musician, [poetry-steward]( [Carsonite]( and my dear friend [Amanda Palmer](. [b726ecc6-2d27-4b51-a793-e039ee4b1b4f.png]( [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]THE BIG PICTURE by Ellen Bass I try to look at the big picture. The sun, ardent tongue licking us like a mother besotted with her new cub, will wear itself out. Everything is transitory. Think of the meteor that annihilated the dinosaurs. And before that, the volcanoes of the Permian period — all those burnt ferns and reptiles, sharks and bony fish — that was extinction on a scale that makes our losses look like a bad day at the slots. And perhaps we’re slated to ascend to some kind of intelligence that doesn’t need bodies, or clean water, or even air. But I can’t shake my longing for the last six hundred Iberian lynx with their tufted ears, Brazilian guitarfish, the 4 percent of them still cruising the seafloor, eyes staring straight up. And all the newborn marsupials — red kangaroos, joeys the size of honeybees — steelhead trout, river dolphins, all we can save so many species of frogs breathing through their damp permeable membranes. Today on the bus, a woman in a sweater the exact shade of cardinals, and her cardinal-colored bra strap, exposed on her pale shoulder, makes me ache for those bright flashes in the snow. And polar bears, the cream and amber of their fur, the long, hollow hairs through which sun slips, swallowed into their dark skin. When I get home, my son has a headache and, though he’s almost grown, asks me to sing him a song. We lie together on the lumpy couch and I warble out the old show tunes, “Night and Day”… “They Can’t Take That Away from Me”… A cheap silver chain shimmers across his throat rising and falling with his pulse. There never was anything else. Only these excruciatingly insignificant creatures we love. Complement with Marie Howe’s sweeping [“Singularity”]( — that crowning curio in the poetic canon of individual and collective self-awareness as small and feeling creatures aglow with potential amid a vast and unfeeling universe — and the young poet Marissa Davis’s [stunning response to Howe’s poem]( then revisit Jane Hirshfield’s kindred-colored perspectival masterpiece [“Today, Another Universe.”]( [Forward to a friend]( Online]( [Like on Facebook]( [Sappho’s Timeless Elegy for Heartbreak at the End of Love, Reimagined in a Haunting Choral Invocation]( [ifnotwinter_sappho_carson.jpg?fit=320%2C495]( A sole voice rises from antiquity, cuts through the long silencing and erasure of women, cuts through the Ancient Greek tradition of heroic poetry about war and worldly valor, to sing to us in her soulful authoritative voice a new kind of poetry — the personal, consummately intimate poetry of the inner world, the poetry of passionate love and heartbreak, of longing and loss, of the rapture of the natural world — a sensibility that would come to color everything from the cosmogony of the Romantics to pop music. Celebrated as the Tenth Muse, Sappho (c. 630–c. 570 BC) endures as the first great beacon of women’s right to creative expression and of the basic human right to love whomever one loves — the original champion of what we, two and a half millennia later, have the hard-earned luxury of calling LGBT rights, for unlike Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson twenty-some centuries after her, Sappho did not alter the gender pronouns of her poems to conceal the same-sex nature of her loves — so much so that her native island of Lesbos has woven itself into the etymology of same-sex love in the modern world’s dominant languages. [Sappho_VA.jpg?resize=680%2C680] Sappho tile, Victoria & Albert Museum. (Photograph: Mark Morgan CCBY) And yet she comes to us only as a faint echo across the whispering gallery of time, erasure, and collective memory — the nine-volume set of her complete works burned with the Library of Alexandria; it is rumored that the early Christian dogmatists of the Byzantine empire burned most of her remaining works as too scandalous for so openly celebrating same-sex love. But the tiny subset of splendor that does survive — nowhere more splendidly than in poet Anne Carson’s enchanting translation, [If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho]( ([public library]( — has radiated an aura of genius so immense that it has moved more than one hundred generations and influenced such disparate titans of thought and artistic vision as Mary Wollstonecraft, Oscar Wilde, Allen Ginsburg, and Judy Chicago. [judychicago_thedinnerparty_sappho.jpg?resize=680%2C680] Sappho plate from artist Judy Chicago’s [The Dinner Party]( 1979. In one of her most staggering poems, Sappho invokes with intimate particularity one of the most universal human experiences: heartbreak at the end of love — that singularly discomposing maelstrom which, in the words of the contemporary poet and philosopher David Whyte, [“begins the moment we are asked to let go but cannot [and] colors and inhabits and magnifies each and every day,”]( and which modern science has shown to [share a neuropsychology with drug withdrawal](. Epochs and civilizations later, Sappho’s lyric portal into this elemental dimension of the human heart comes newly alive in a haunting choral invocation by [Constellation Chor]( — New York City’s vocally and culturally kaleidoscopic vocal ensemble, founded by the visionary aural architect [Marisa Michelson]( who composed the piece and performed it with ensemble members [Jen Anaya]( [Kalli Siamidou]( and [Tamrin Goldberg](. [492396e8-cd2c-4edd-b9b6-7175a75adaf4.png]( [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]I simply want to be dead. Weeping she left me with many tears and said this: Oh how badly things have turned out for us. Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you. And I answered her: Rejoice, go and remember me. For you know how we cherished you. Bit if not, I want to remind you ] and beautiful times we had. For many crowns of violets and roses ] at my side you put on and many woven garlands made of flowers around your soft throat. And with sweet oil costly you anointed yourself and on a soft bed delicate you would let lose your longing and neither any [ ] nor any holy place nor was there from which we were absent no grove [ ] no dance ] no sound [ Complement with Epictetus, writing seven centuries later, on [the Stoic strategy for surviving heartbreak]( Rebecca West’s [extraordinary love letter]( to H.G. Wells in the wake of their romantic collapse, and the story of how Hans Christian Andersen [turned his heartbreak into one of the most beloved fairy tales of all time]( then revisit James {NAME}’s abiding wisdom on love, [reimagined in music](. [Forward to a friend]( Online]( [Like on Facebook]( donating=loving Every week since 2006, I have been pouring tremendous time, thought, love, and resources into Brain Pickings, which remains free and is made possible by patronage. If you find any joy and solace in my labor of love, please consider supporting it with a donation. And if you already donate, from the bottom of my heart: THANK YOU. 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