A few words on immortality. #AndyIrons #emergence #life #spirituality cc: @whoisjob @redbull
I did not know Andy Irons personally, but his passing really threw me for a loop. Not so much as a surfer, but as an emergent being.
His story is not unlike any legend’s: rising from the depths to become a champion... Falling from grace... And then making a triumphant return. When he died this week, he was already making this triumphant return. Primarily as a father-to-be and a renewed inspiration to many.
And of course, irrespective of the accolades, the world titles, what have you, is the spirit of a man that is weightless and immortal.
Physical countenances or dispositions are one thing; riding waves and taking on the challenges that nature gracefully, or not so gracefully, has on offer, or, building and exerting the strength to be calm, resilient and consistent in taking on those challenges.
These attributes are remarkable. Inspirational. Most of us will never be able to do what Andy Irons could do.
But even more remarkable are the things that are unspoken and unseen. Elements of the spirit. The edges in between.
One of my favorite stories, the manifestations of which I live by, is Nietzsche’s Thus Spoke Zarathustra (originally titled, Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen). While the theme of this work deals with both the stark and illustrative dynamics of eternal recurrence, as well as some questions around the existence of God (more criticisms of religion — I am a firm believer in God, not religion), it is a wonderful journey of a man reborn. A modern day Odysseus, if you will.
Zarathustra is a man, a demigod of sorts, who rediscovers himself in his 30s. Not that age, or time for that matter, necessarily represents our rites of passage... but Andy was 32.
The importance of the Zarathustra character, his disposition, is one of action as much as it is the revelations of the spirit, coursing alongside the emotional self.
Here is one of the passages near the story’s close that resonates so abundantly:
And there it is: a declaration of eternal joy.
Andy, you will be missed, but with subtle conviction, your spirit will live on forever, and inside of us all.