A
breech birth, I was born ass backwards and have lived my life thus thereafter.
Disorienting though such a fate may seem, there are unique advantages to it.
Had I been native born --- aboriginal --- my tribe would have deemed me one
touched by the Spirit and accorded my eccentricities reverent indulgence…as it
is, my condition permits me to recover (at least psychologically) all that I
have squandered at a variety of tribal casinos.
There is much opportunity
for virtue in such moving backward. It handily solves all problems of loss and
of regret. One recedes through all one’s sins toward one’s original grace,
through all one’s lost loves back to love itself. It is a movement counter to
the movement of the world, the “long way ‘round the barn” to the future, a
miraculous adventure fraught with peril, pregnant with surprise. It has the
potential to resolve time’s thornier equations, to close the circle Alpha and
Omega. A soul so constituted understands intimately the old saw that casts past
as prologue. It normalizes déjà vu: what
most call memory it experiences as premonition.
Though such an orientation
may be rare, it is not entirely unique. Fitzgerald had a sense of this: see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Martin
Amis turns the intuition toward the sinister in Time’s Arrow. Dylan sings of being “so much older then” and “younger
than that now.” And Scripture speaks of a path whereon “old things are passed away” and “all
things are become new.” Nor are literature and faith the sole
incubators of such liberating illogic. Physics seeks to follow matter back along
the warp of time to the origin both of matter and of time. Biology yearns to map
the declension of individual genomes rearward to the discovery of the primal
gene.
Some fleeting glimpses of these and similar wonders have I noted along
the way, Burma Shave signs for the soul seen in retrograde as I accelerate
toward my beginning.
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