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Wednesday, December 07, 2005

"Inexorably Drawn Back By The Power Of Love"

Without a doubt, Neo-neocon is first rate blogger. More than that, she is a first rate writer (one friend referred to her political writing as the "poetry of politics"), and even more than that, Neo-neocon is world class observer of the human condition- it's potential and it's minutiae.

In her post, Amnesia: A Love Story, she chronicles the events surrounding Clive Wearing, a British conductor, musician and brilliant mind, now afflicted by an amnesia, the result of a tragic bout with encephalitis that left him so afflicted:
...a sudden attack that left him with only his short-term memory. Now short-term memory is a wonderful thing--it allows us to remember things briefly--but it's not everything. Ordinarily, after events or facts are put in our short-term memory for a few seconds, we can either delete them or store them for future reference. It's this long-term storage capacity that Clive Wearing utterly lacks.
Neo-neocon does not dwell on his medical or even psychiatric condition Instead, she sees beyond that.
There is something utterly gripping and profoundly disturbing about his plight, one that I would never wish on a living soul. His life has been shattered and blasted, and yet he is still alive--a terrible fate, indeed. But there's another thing about Wearing, and that's the real reason I'm writing this. He shows the extraordinary resilience human beings can sometimes exhibit, and the sustaining power of love.
Her post goes on to describe the power of love- more powerful and graphic than the romantic notions, because it is real.
Love you say? What's love got to do with it?

In Wearing's case, just about everything. In fact, I am convinced it's love that keeps him alive, and keeps him sane despite his tragic and lamentable disability.
How profound that love must be, to be addressed as such by a clinician.

Neo-neocon goes on to describe and recount the love shared by Clive Wearing and his wife, Deborah. One commenter plainly noted,
"I'd hate to be sick like Clive, but Boy would I love to love like that."
That commenter may be speaking for many of us. Deborah is privy to an elusive secret.
I realized that we are not just brain and processes. Clive had lost all that and yet he was still Clive. Even when we didn't see one another, when we were six months apart and only spoke on the telephone, nothing had changed. Even when he was at his worst, most acute state, he still had that huge overwhelming love ... for me. That was what survived when everything else was taken away.
Neo-neocon has written an extraordinary- and wonderful post.

In understanding, even if but for a moment, the meaning and implications of her post, we are elevated to a moment of enlightenment, Neo-neocon has done us all a great service.