Joy

We seek pleasure in food and drink to nourish the body, and in conviviality and escapism, music and nostalgia1 that might unburden the soul. We search for happiness in life, even though its particular product, the contentment in meeting a need, lasts for a finite time2.

Joy waits for us to receive it inwardly, before it deepens into meaning3. As for joy, so also for love and grief, all of which exist independently of outward expression. From perceptions of joy come delight and wonder4, which may surface in the calm and tender environment of a tolerant and equitable community5.

The 19ᵗʰ century American poet Emily Dickinson wrote to her beloved elder brother Austin about an abiding joy that awaits him beyond darker places6:

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields—
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!


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C.P. Doncaster, Timeline of the Human Condition, star index