Lookstwice

It’s been a very eventful week, and I’ve been too busy to post. After I get it organized in my own mind, I’ll put it up here. I’ll say this: We who have pushed away from the shore are in the crucible of change.  This is an initiatory rite of passage for humans, if we choose to see it that way.  And I do.  That story is preferable to the one espoused by the dominant culture.  That story is headed for the disaster at the "end-of-the-line."  Hey, the age of koyaanisqatsi is coming to a close!!

Very much in tune with the theme of Koyaanisqatsi, and a recurring and accelerating theme in our culture’s collective experience, is the feeling of impending doom.  There’s an acute awareness in my life right now of how things are teetering on the edge.  The edge of what is ill-defined, because the crisis that are converging are multiple.  One source will espouse the hobby-horse of the police-state, while another talks only of peak-oil or global warming.  With so many woes gargling in the choir, the cacophony can be deafening.  And the mind seeks to find a common thread in it all, a melody to bring harmony to the mess.  Well, (mixing my metaphors here) looking at the mess will never make it into a pretty picture.  It is what it is.  The harmony of life must come from outside the dying culture that we are prisoner to.  It can’t be alchemically transmuted into gold, that time is past.