The Theater of the Mind

I hate Peter Jackson. More specifically, I hated that he made the Lord of the Rings films before allowing me to read Tolkien’s books. I’m now halfway through The Fellowship of the Ring text and unfortunately my Middle Earth is “colonized” by Elijah, Ian and Viggo. I cannot expunge their faces, features or frocks no matter how hard I try. And their voices (their unforgiving voices!) play over every conversation in Tolkien’s dramatic text. O return to me my hijacked mind! I will create my own characters, thank you!

Theater of the mind

The Estate Sale

One warm afternoon I visited an estate sale in my neighborhood. I began to root around the estate expecting to see outdated furniture, useless knickknacks and other decorative trinkets. You know—something an elderly person might leave behind. What I found were flat screen TVs, couches from Ethan Allen and many valuable possessions.

Inside the first bed chamber was a princess bed with elegant wooden posts. A spacious closet held pastel-colored tops and miniskirts. The second room belonged to a young boy, judging by the size of the bed, blue comforter and superhero t-shirts. I could not believe such sentimental things were for sale. I went into the master bedroom. Ornate furniture (the kind that takes many years to gather) filled this luxurious room. Sadly, whoever lived here had to leave quickly and sparsely. What happened here? What sort of fate met this young family?

An estate sale is different from a yard sale. Items in a yard sale are up for grabs because the owner no longer desires them. On the other hand, items in an estate sale are sold off because an owner—mostly due to morbid reasons—cannot keep them. I believe the heaviness I felt has been felt before:

“There is an evil that I have seen under the sun, and it lies heavy on mankind: a man to whom God gives wealth, possessions, and honor, so that he lacks nothing of all that he desires, yet God does not give him power to enjoy them, but a stranger enjoys them. This is vanity; it is a grievous evil.”— Ecclesiastes 6:1-2, the Bible (ESV)

Possessions. How little they count.

Dr. Ransom in Malacandra

The creature, which was still steaming and shaking itself on the back and had obviously not seen him, opened its mouth and began to make noises…

The creature was talking. It had a language…

A new world he had already seen—but a non-human language was a different matter…

The love of knowledge is a kind of madness…

And what might one not discover from the speech of a non-human race? The very form of language itself, the principle behind all possible languages, might fall into his hands. Unconsciously he raised himself on his elbow and stared at the black beast…

Out of The Silent Planet by C. S. Lewis

Finished ‘The Hobbit’

“Then the prophecies of the old songs have turned out to be true, after a fashion!” said Bilbo.

“Of course!” said Gandalf. “And why should not they prove true? Surely you don’t disbelieve the prophecies, because you had a hand in bringing them about yourself? You don’t really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole benefit? You are a very fine person, Mr Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!”

“Thank goodness!” said Bilbo laughing, and handed him the tobacco-jar.

- Chapter XIX, The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

Study of Bilbo Baggins and Gandalf

Maurice Sendak, b. 1928
[Study of Bilbo Baggins and Gandalf], 1967
for “The Hobbit”
Pen and ink on paper