Final Report

Ronald A. Pavellas, Stockholm, May, 2025

All has been said before:

“The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun”.

This lover and hater of words dares (“vanity of vanities”) to add his own to the overburdened “dominion of Earth”. (Quotes from the Book of Ecclesiastes, Old Testament).

In recent years I have studied the philosophers, prophets, scientists, the holy books, poets, visionaries, artists, the saints, musicians, psychologists. I lived life (still), sometimes carelessly, but carefully enough. I was lucky—no wars called me to them, and I survived the dangers that I visited and were visited upon me. Beyond the imaginings of my youth, I have been, directly and indirectly, party to the creation of eleven (or more) other humans.

Beyond the vanity of the need to share these words, I feel an obligation to create a summary to acknowledge the blessing of life from a source that still evades (and will always evade) exact description. As I recently wrote a friend:

‘The Universe, whatever one may perceive that it is or can be, is too large for words; and, anyway, each of us is inside it and it is part of us inseparably, so we can’t look at IT objectively—if even this notion has any relevance to “The Great Everything that Always has been and Always will be.”


I was wiser, or better with words, thirty years ago when I started writing poems:

I am a lucky man, I am
I sit in mountains watching sky
As Moon traverses showing path
For Sun to take in just an hour

The trees, my friends, stand ever straight
And radiate their calmness true
My soul’s enraptured with the touch
Of cool thin air embracing me

Six decades living now I flow
As like a river through the world
Accepting all I touch and see
As part of me — and lovingly

There is no ending to this poem
Like Nature’s patterns through us all
As we are played as instruments
In this celestial symphony …

It is clear to me now that we are most in touch with our origins, not through words and analytical methods, but through acceptance of, and participation in, the patterns, rhythms, connections with other lives, and those of the Earth / Sun / Solar System.

As for what Reality may be, here is my formula:

REALITY = the Sum (Σ) of responses to the Perceived Universe in all Sentient Entities in Existence Everywhere in this Instant

As for ‘sentience’, physicists, philosophers, cosmologists and others are perceiving, as the mystics have long been, that “The Great Everything” is itself sentient and that we each are the means through which it perceives itself.

“All are nothing but flowers in a flowering universe”—Soen Nakagawa Roshi

Drawn during a boring university lecture in 1965 while contemplating my readings of the works of Carl G. Jung.

Addendum, 28 May

We can never deliver a confirmed Theory of Everything (TOE) in Physics.


 

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Thomas Cromwell & Henry VIII of England

He served the King well, then was executed

(I posted this on another of my weblogs many years ago. Since Eva and I are now watching the video series made from the book, Wolf Hall, I reckon it is time to show this book review again)

wolf-hall-imageCompelling and believable historical fiction continues to encourage me to look further into non-fiction accounts of historical figures, in this case a complex of figures surrounding Thomas Cromwell and his King, Henry VIII. The book is Wolf Hall, by Hilary Mantel.
The book is so highly valued by critics and readers that you can find all you may wish about it by scanning the Internet, including under the above link.

I had heard of Thomas Cromwell (1485 – 1540), but had only a few impressions of him: he was an important figure in the history of England, and he was maybe not such a nice fellow. After reading this book, I feel I admire him. [Post-publishing note: I was thinking of Oliver Cromwell, not Thomas, in remembering a possibly unlikable historical figure. Oliver was a descendant of Thomas Cromwell’s older sister].

Of course I had heard of King Henry VIII (1491 – 1547), famous for his many wives and his break with the Roman Catholic Church. But that’s about all that had remained stuck to my gray matter. I know more now, both from the book and from subsequent readings on the Internet.

Another key figure involved in this story was Sir Thomas More (later a Catholic saint), about whom I had read recently in another book, from which I came away with the impression that he was quite a wonderful fellow. Now, I really don’t like him.

Cromwell is the central figure in this novel, an extraordinary man from humble origins (his father was a blacksmith) who rose to the pinnacle of influence with, and importance to, a great monarch.

The book is written in an unusual way: whenever you can’t quite tell who is talking or being talked about, you finally realize that it is almost always Cromwell. Thus, the first part of the book took some getting used to, but after ‘getting it,’ the book flows quite nicely and compellingly.

I now know the factors and motivations behind King Henry’s many marriages, divorces and annulments, two of which ended with the lady’s head severed from her body. (There is still controversy as to whether Henry was legally married to as many as four of the women, but all were “Consorts” to the king, however briefly for some).

Simply put, Henry VIII wanted at least one male heir, related directly by blood (i.e., not adopted and “legitimate;” he apparently had a son outside of marriage whom he didn’t consider an heir), on whom to bequeath his crown. Cromwell, a lawyer, helped Henry through the inevitable break with the rules of the Church in order to annul his marriage to his first wife, Catherine of Aragon, who bore one female but no males during their 24 years of marriage.

With Cromwell’s behind the scenes maneuvering and the King’s own decisions based in the work of Cromwell and members of Parliament, the King was lawfully declared the supreme authority in the Church in England, as well as in secular matters.

Many people lost their lives, most in horribly brutal ways, over the legal and ecclesiastical controversy, not the least of whom was Thomas More who was once the Lord Chancellor of England, later superseded by Thomas Cromwell. Before Thomas More was ousted and subsequently executed (the King was merciful and commuted his sentence of death under torture to a mere beheading), he was himself responsible for the torture of many “heretics,” reminiscent of the Spanish Inquisition.

Cromwell was a world traveler who spoke many languages, including Italian. From the two or more mentions of Machiavelli in Wolf Hall, I made the inference that Cromwell learned some of his statecraft from Nicolò Machiavelli, directly or indirectly. One of the characters in the book not-so-playfully taunts Cromwell as being “Italian.” Cromwell was 42 when Machiavelli died.

The countless tortures, murders, impoverishments and intrigues engendered by Henry’s desire for a male heir, and by his personal appetites, have ever since been grist for the literary mills of historians and story tellers.

So, maybe you are asking whether Henry VIII ever begat a male heir? And what ultimately happened to Thomas Cromwell, “the most faithful servant he (the King) had ever had”?

Well, if you want to know the rest of the story, you’re going to have to find out on your own.

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