The thing is that this flailing around is required of the machine. It cannot reorient itself, for that would be to turn towards its own death, and the machine and those who surround it cannot confront death.
The people, however, the people who really know what it is to live also know what it is to die. This might be a symbolic death (such as the death of a career, a job), or a literal physical death, be it from a coronavirus or the rifle butt plunging down. People who live are not afraid of death, because they have lived and because they know that their life is not in their own hands, but in the hands of Mystery.
It is this unflinching ability to look death in the eye, coupled with the lack of reasonable options, that gives me hope for the new grass that may well sprout in the cracks. And after the grass comes the saplings and then the trees and rampaging life that will never be constrained or restrained. Omicron is also witness to the irrepressible nature of life.
I don't know whether I will personally be around to witness the turning. I suspect I will. But I do know that the turning will come, for as surely as civilisations rise, civilisations also fall.
"Everyone’s invited to participate in the discussion, and everyone is awarded dopamine-releasing “likes” and social credit for voicing the correct opinions." 👍
Yeah, I hope there's a window of opportunity here. The narrative is increasingly absurd, and it does seem that the situation is at a turning point. But one shouldn't underestimate the awesome power of the media.
Perhaps the most important question is how to build something fruitful here and now that might weather the storm.
The thing is that this flailing around is required of the machine. It cannot reorient itself, for that would be to turn towards its own death, and the machine and those who surround it cannot confront death.
The people, however, the people who really know what it is to live also know what it is to die. This might be a symbolic death (such as the death of a career, a job), or a literal physical death, be it from a coronavirus or the rifle butt plunging down. People who live are not afraid of death, because they have lived and because they know that their life is not in their own hands, but in the hands of Mystery.
It is this unflinching ability to look death in the eye, coupled with the lack of reasonable options, that gives me hope for the new grass that may well sprout in the cracks. And after the grass comes the saplings and then the trees and rampaging life that will never be constrained or restrained. Omicron is also witness to the irrepressible nature of life.
I don't know whether I will personally be around to witness the turning. I suspect I will. But I do know that the turning will come, for as surely as civilisations rise, civilisations also fall.
It's always nice to end on a hopeful note!:~)
Oh, I'm sure we can "build back better" ;)
And humor too! We are really having a lucky day...
Slogan of the century!
Well stated. It all 95% fear and lies. I like my chances.
"Everyone’s invited to participate in the discussion, and everyone is awarded dopamine-releasing “likes” and social credit for voicing the correct opinions." 👍
Yeah, I hope there's a window of opportunity here. The narrative is increasingly absurd, and it does seem that the situation is at a turning point. But one shouldn't underestimate the awesome power of the media.
Perhaps the most important question is how to build something fruitful here and now that might weather the storm.