Today. There is a great deal calling to my attention which is not near at hand. I struggle to maintain attention in such a way as to maintain integration as opposed to the fragmenting by beholding things far from my body. Around the world the rebellion of the working class, those with strong material reality feedback, toward the arbitrary power trip of the politicians, those with minimal feedback, strikes me as a moment of clarity for our world. The history of humanity may well hang in the balance as we attempt to negotiate between top-down control from “experts” vs bottom up feedback. By this latter I mean those whose primary efforts of work provide the basic necessities for survival of society. These Canadian truckers might well be understood as red blood cells carrying the nutrients to the vast array of living appendages of the collective. When the very means of locomotion of survival rebels against the expert ideas of the authoritative will, it is the unfolding of a deadly disease. We reckon with the life of our civilization and make no mistake, there is no going back.
That is truly a beautiful way to describe the state that we are in!
I couldn’t help but shed a few tears reading this. this has been something very close to my heart as I see people live a life that continues to pull them into the depths of hell. It is a wonderful thing that we can still find peace even amidst the turmoil!
That is truly a beautiful way to describe the state that we are in!
I couldn’t help but shed a few tears reading this. this has been something very close to my heart as I see people live a life that continues to pull them into the depths of hell. It is a wonderful thing that we can still find peace even amidst the turmoil!