To re-enter evolution, to abandon the rush towards extinction, is to accept death. But not death at the side of the road. Not death as a by-product of mechanistic destruction. Death accepted as a phase of life. Such death has purpose. It has meaning. It is not annihilation. It is not the end of life.
So many of our self-inflicted disasters and catastrophes are the result of misplaced hygiene. A series of instances, and whole segments of our habitual hygienic responses, are wrong. Our inability, unwillingness more like, to see this and adjust is perhaps the final layer of catastrophe, the route to the true Enormity of what we areContinue reading “Misplaced Hygienes”
It’s just struck me. Our off-balance craving for security is a symptom, an intensifier of our hunger after power. Does this hold true for any sense of security? All our thoughts and feelings, our very perceptions, their focus and their blind-spots, are interpenetrated by our conditioning. We cannot escape illusion. We can only shift howContinue reading “A Sense of Security”
Tying our existence to a belief in destruction as the ultimate good is such a contorted position to be in! How we got here, what it means, where it will all lead; these are also questions whose answers appear in glimmers and hints, passing doubts, premonitions and inklings of what is down there, at least as it all appears from “up here.”