Oscar Wilde, in a much circulated poem opined the modern world has great need of the god Pan.
I find it inadvisable to disagree with Oscar.
Pan is the god of… goats, shepherds, randy omnisexuality, all manner of Arcadian things… and so much more.
Pan is the god of wild and the untamed.
Plutarch was briefly in the Oracle business. He scurrilously circulated the rumor that Pan was dead in 37 A.D. He wrote about the failure of the oracles and blamed the death of Pan. I prefer to think Plutarch was bad at his job.
A garden is not wild. It is the attempt to control and contain nature and make it safe. Pan famously delighted in rustling bushes in wild places and striking PANic into the hearts of the faint.
Civilization has it’s perks. Some aspects of human nature probably should be encouraged and others suppressed. I am also increasingly fed up with paving paradise and over breeding ourselves into extinction.
I had a Mexican goat pot. I oiled and nursed it for 20 years. It crumbled last winter.
I put the head on a rusty short rebar and pushed it into a flower bed. It will be my shrine to Pan. When the days labors are done I will crack a brew and spill an offering to Pan.
If we succeed in killing Pan our own demise will follow.
Pan walks my hills. I have (and will again) encountered rattle snakes, coyotes, bobcats, mountain lions and seen bear scat. There is reason to fear “wild”.
Should we crush and control everything we fear in nature and our own essence?
I fear that more.