Making of a Mind

Teilhard de Chardin -text version

The letter from April 9 1916 below is very interesting.

It is now 2016, 3 years since my last update. World War I is now all over the news. I had a sudden thought to look up his letter.

On Being Jan 23 2014

Krista Tippett recorded the above radio programme in 2014 and Tippett seems to be strongly influenced by Teilhard. This just shows how relevant Teilhard still is.

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This letter was written almost exactly 100 years ago.

To add some context to this letter, Teilhard is writing from Nieuport-Ville 
in Flanders whilst the battle of Verdun is raging. 300,000 approx
died during the Battle of Verdun. 
Although this might seem a relatively minor letter, 
I would urge you to re-read it a couple of times.

[Nieuport-Ville] 9th April 1916 

This is in answer to your letter of April 4th. But before I thank 
you for it and say anything about it, I must first of all tell you 
what a painful shock I had to read in yesterday's paper of the 
death of M. Auffray, your friends' father. Please pass on my 
condolences to M. de Margerie. But my thoughts are most of 
all for you, who have lost, I imagine, a support and a friend. 
I don't know why (or perhaps I too readily feel why!) we 
imagine that the framework of our lives should be as durable as 
ourselves. We can't admit that those we have always known, 
or whom we have at some time looked on as our support or 
as part of our own permanent personal environment, should 
disappear before ourselves ... As though the countless ruptures 
that we witness daily should occur without violating the little 
domain of our own affections. — I hope that this new sorrow and 
disappointment — coming on top of so many others, will not 
make you lose heart. 
We have but one permanent home, 
heaven: that's still the old truth that we always have to re-learn, 
— and it's only through the impact of sad experiences that we 
assimilate it. I don't know whether I told you how, while I was 
helping Boule in September 1914 to put away in safety the 
most valuable of the Museum's treasures, handling the fragility 
of human hopes with such a direct physical contact, I felt buoyed 
up with a sort of triumphant joy: because God, his will, not to 
be attained by anything that grows less, and yet attainable in 
spite of every disaster and ruin, became manifest to me as the 
only absolute and desirable reality . . . 
 And even now, in my 
bad moments, however awful the future that menaces our 
country, I still retain this triumphant joy, based on a conviction 
of the transcendence of God. Yes, even if, contrary to all 
expectations, the war should end badly not only for us but for 
the real progress of the world (though God knows how much 
I believe in the ultimate success of the world and the progress, 
in spite of everything, of Life, — I have faith in life); even then, 
I would feel like repeating over all these seeming victories of 
evil, the ancient cry of the Greek festivals, Io, triumpe. And yet 
I love beautiful things, science, progress, almost ingenuously. 
I am a man as much and more than anyone else. But there it is: 
We believers have the strength and the glory of having a faith 
in God more profound than our faith in the world: and that 
faith in God re-emerges and persists even if our faith in the 
world should be crushed by the impact of events. I've rather 
wandered from what I wanted to say to you and perhaps you'll 
find me hard and brutal. But bear in mind that I'll be saying 
at least one mass for M. Auffray and his family and that I pray 
our Lord to make you feel that he can and will replace by his 
own self all the human supports he takes from you. 
To come back to your letter: I know just as well as you do 
the sort of distaste you feel for a piece of work you've just 
finished: everybody, I imagine, feels something of the sort. 
And yet, if one is to produce something really worthwhile, one 
must be able to recast the general design, give sharpness to one's 
ideas (they often become really clear in one's mind only after 
the first draft has been made), and even resign oneself some- 
times to the trying labour of a complete reshaping. I hope that 
you'll turn the lecture to good account (I assure you again, it 
gave me real pleasure) and I'm by no means without hope 
(whatever you may say) that some completely personal work 
will gradually outline itself and take shape in your mind, — to 
bring comfort to the masses of young girls to whom ordinary 
horizons offer no hope, no interest to live for. If I can form a 
picture of the type of woman you are trying to describe, I shall 
pass it on to you, you may be sure. 
And now, once again, take heart for your efforts for your 
former pupils. What you tell me about that gives me real joy, 
because I believe I can see that God is little by little leading you 
where he wants you to be. — I am glad to think that you're 
going to Sarcenat; if nothing occurs to upset things (and we're 
now at the rather critical part of the year) I expect to go on 
leave at the beginning of May. I'll do my best to see you. By 
that time I shall perhaps have finished the few pages in which 
at the moment I'm writing down my 'testament of an intellectual' [La Vie Cosmique] and I'll probably entrust them to you. 

Just recently, by which I mean yesterday, I had a sad blow: 
a young and attractive little Jesuit, a corporal in the artillery 
whom I often saw and who delighted me with his zest and his 
wide openness to all beautiful things, had both his legs broken 
in his observation post by a shell. I believe they've been able 
to save his life, but he's had to have his legs amputated. I'd seen 
him only the evening before, and a few days earlier he'd done 
me the honours of his observation post. I'm going to try to 
visit him, for his hospital is near our rear headquarters. I'm not 
at all worried, of course, about his morale (the first thing he said 
to one of his cousins, who told me the news, was, ' You know, 
old man, I've lost my pegs') but it's very sad to see such a 
splendidly active person so (apparently for ever) handicapped. 
God keep you. I pray for you and yours. 

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I have started to work again on the GE project. Still interested in the influence of geography on literature as seen in the Eternal Feminine post. Adding a new version of the database with 56 entries to the box widget – it is the .odb file.

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Eternal Feminine

Verzy Forest

See the above picture of Verzy forest in the mist and read the following. ‘Eternal Feminine’ was written in Verzy Forest. It was probably different to this picture but I can’t help feeling that Teilhard experience this when he was writing ‘Eternal Feminine’:

“I am the essential Feminine.
In the beginning I was no more than a mist, rising and falling: I lay hidden beneath affinities that were as yet hardly conscious, beneath a loose and tenuous polarity.”




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Fieldtrip to Lake Moeris, Al Fayyum, December 1907

Teilhard spent a few years in Egypt teaching in the Jesuit school in Cairo. He went on a trip to Lake Moeris – as it was called. and writes the following about the lake:

“A sheet of steel-blue, almost gray, water, that the yellow cliffs of the desert suddenly confront. In the shallows, fisherman push their flat boats; they beat the water with great blows of their poles, to drive into their nets a species of carp … On our side the bottom drops imperciptibly, and for almost an hour we go forward slowly in the channel amid dwarf tamarisks, where we start heron and snipe, and stir to sibilant wakefulness the irridescent bee-eaters. At last we meet a band of tall reeds, and, once free from their thick clumps, slip into the open waters. Coots and ducks covering the lake in dense flocks, start from and suddenly dive back into the grasses … When we turn around to go back, it is already growing late. In the distance the pelicans, standing in a row to fish, look like a white line traced on the surface of the lake. The sun disappears and we glide on opalescent waters ringed by deep violet mountains.”

Egypt gave him an insight into a different world. I wonder if he visite this archaeological site north of Lake Moeris:


Or this strange formation known as cannonballs:

If you look at the flash widget box, you will find the kmz link to google earth.

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The Eternal Feminine

An intensely powerful poem to the power of love, union and the universe. The Eternal Feminine was written in the forest of Verzy 19-25 March 1918.

“When the world was born, I came into being. Before the centuries were made, I issued from the hand of God- half-formed, yet destined to grow in beauty from age to age, the handmaid of his work.

Everything in the universe is made by union and generation – by the coming together of elements that seek out one another, melt together two by two and are born again in a third.”

Look at the box at the side of the page for the kml and explore further in Google Earth for yourself. The database has been updated, look at the photographs below from the forext of Verzy.

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*Verzy: observatoire du Mont Sinaï

*Verzy: observatoire du Mont Sinaï

Observation point in Verzy forest – was Teilhard here?

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