Love and Mortality
James McConkey’s essay “What Kind of Father Am I?” is in the latest edition of The American Scholar. An excerpt:
Without mortality—that is, if we lived forever, uncaring of the ticking of clocks—would we have need of religion, of families with children for a new generation, of dreams for a better future? Wouldn’t scientists lose their urgency to discover, artists to create? Without my ever-keener awareness of Jean’s and my mortality, I certainly wouldn’t be writing this account in my 87th year. And what about love? As lyrical expressions, sonnets typically represent the poet’s personal emotions. One sonnet in particular, by Shakespeare, moves both Jean and me; I liked it as a graduate student, but not in the way I do today. The first-person narrator acknowledges that life, like a fire, is consumed by the source nourishing it, and tells his beloved in the concluding couplet, “This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong, / To love that well which thou must leave ere long.”
The life-long retrospective in this essay is massive in scope and as a result, variegated in message. Should you have time on this sunny beautiful summer day, though, have a sit down and read it, mindful of youth and the opportunities it affords.