A Romance of the Mind
Anthony Flacco
What does the life of the premier genius of
the 20th Century
tell us about ourselves?
The answer goes to the angels and the demons
in each of us.
At that moment in
time he is riding a wave of international fame for beating Thomas Alva Edison
at creating the electrical power that will dominate the century. He works with
such mysterious forces that some suspect him of supernatural acts.
In person, he is renowned for his gentlemanly manners, impeccable taste, and ability to speak several languages. His American English is better than most Americans. He is adept at mixing with high society when he needs to attend conferences or secure funding, though he otherwise avoids all social contact. Women swoon to no avail. Men try in vain to befriend him. He never becomes personally close with any of the people he employs to build his creations.
In person, he is renowned for his gentlemanly manners, impeccable taste, and ability to speak several languages. His American English is better than most Americans. He is adept at mixing with high society when he needs to attend conferences or secure funding, though he otherwise avoids all social contact. Women swoon to no avail. Men try in vain to befriend him. He never becomes personally close with any of the people he employs to build his creations.
Tesla describes
himself as “a monk of science,” on the surface it appears true. Yet he is filled
with passions so intense that they overflow any religious definition of a monk.
They drive his inspirations even as they imprison him.
Not all of that
passion is sublimated into his work. Tesla has a muse no one can see.
And in spite of
being mocked for attempting to tell others about her, he holds her as his
primary relationship through many years. His loneliness is real, but only she
can fill it, only her. Nevertheless, when he describes her to John J. O’Neill
of Collier’s Magazine, the editor refuses to print it out of “respect”
for Tesla’s reputation.
During this time,
the fountainhead of his inspirations may be invisible to others, but the
resulting inventions change the world in profound ways. Unless you are reading
this right now under natural light or by battery power, you are using his
inventions to see these words and for anything else you plug into the wall or
operate via wireless signal. Tesla represents the gold standard among eccentric
inventive geniuses.
However, in his old
age, it was only his small pension from his native country that saved him from being
unable to pay the monthly light bill on the power system he invented, designed,
engineered, and installed under Niagara Falls. His muse remained with him
during those years, but most everyone else abandoned him. He died broke and
virtually forgotten in 1943 Manhattan.
How could this be?
Foremost,
he was repeatedly cheated in business because he took others at their word and
refused to be suspicious of his business partners. He persisted in this
attitude because his sense of personal honor was at the heart of his need to
justify his choices of avoiding his father’s church, leaving his Serbian home
and family, and coming to America. His self-selected role as a “monk” was an
appeasement to his father, whose angry image resided in his mind long after the
older man’s demise.
The
demon of memory encouraged Tesla to over-compensate with his excessive faith in
others. Time and time again, he allowed himself to be cheated out of countless
millions by refusing to protect his interests, as if others would honor those
interests for him. The angel of his tender trust in fellow human creatures was
beaten back by the demon of his father’s condemning memory, requiring him to
make extraordinary gestures to placate it and prove his “faithfulness,” then reap
the terrible consequences of his misplaced faith.
Thus
one of the smartest mortals to walk the earth was felled by the same personal
disaster that can strike any one of us. It makes no difference where we fall on
the I.Q. scale. As with an actual scale, the issue is balance. He confused his
demon with an angel, focusing on what he dearly hoped would happen while ignoring what sheer common sense should have
told him. He took magical thinking to realms most of us couldn’t reach with a
bucket of magic mushrooms and a personal guru.
We can allow the
moon to inspire us without believing that it speaks.
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It’s a fundamental
struggle. We have the better angels of our nature to show for the sake of feeling
proud of ourselves. But we’re never far from the private demons we carry in
cruel memories of things we want very much to avoid. The demons do their work
when we flee them so hard that we stop looking ahead to watch for tricks and
traps. We think we flee the demons while we leap into their arms.
Tesla dodged his
demons by living an excessively honorable life compared to the social mores of
his day, as if his show of faith proved the demon’s condemnation wrong. He
pursued that angelic image so hard that he was blind to cautionary cues a much
slower person would never miss. We, too, can hear encouragements or threats in
idle conversations, guaranteeing that we read things wrong and dream of success
while choosing disaster.
But when we
immerse ourselves in a great story about an amazing individual such as Nikola
Tesla, who fought every day to balance his need to achieve greatness with the
need to accurately read the world’s signals, we sharpen our own skills at the
same thing. A muse exists for each of us in the form of that abiding dream that
quickens our heartbeat and sends us far out of our way to get closer to it. We
serve that muse best when we dare to read our strengths and weaknesses in terms
of what we’ve seen about them in our past, to predict how we should handle them
in the future, leaving the magical thinking to the magicians.
The ability to
make that distinction would have radically altered Tesla’s life. We’ll never
know how much more creative output he might have brought to the world if he
hadn’t tried to poison his demon with delusions of goodness.
When we chose
wrong, meaning when we believe in ourselves too little or too much, we can take
comfort in our own versions of a creative muse, in a force that inspires. That
inspiration serves as a reminder, a compass check. So too in dealing with the
world. The never-ending dance moves back and forth across the floor, toward and
away from our goals, from our dreams. Demons of memory chase us in one
direction while our inspired selves spin away in the other.
Tesla’s personal
story takes place behind his eyes. Its power is delivered by what we learn
about ourselves while we follow his journey from within his mind, observing his
constant struggle to balance the scale within himself, and so learning more
about our own. It’s a conversation of blades between what we fear, what we
know, and what we wish. Its power captures and holds us while years flow by, while
mortal partners come and go. It’s an endless courtship. A romance of the mind.
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