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Where do we fit?

December 24, 2010

Greetings,

The underlying sense of this time in history is one of great change. Change of the magnitude not witnessed in recorded history.

Not recorded on Papyrus anyway. But recorded in cave paintings and in ice-core samples and in the sayings and prophecies of ancient, “leaver” cultures.

Everything we know, or think we know, is based on a thin foundation, merely hundreds of years or in some cases only decades old.

Somehow, we have been convinced, by whatever means (Dominant culture, School, Media, Opinion-makers, Cult of Celebrity) that we are on an evolutionary path and that all this is progress.

I beg to differ. Strongly. Strongly enough to take the absolutely opposite approach.

We are, as a species de-volving. Somewhere along the path to industrialization, we were convinced that outward is better than in-ward.

So everything was turned outward.

We turn-out for work, work out, shout out, get out (as often as we can).

We took what was once private and opened it for the world to see. Spilling beans, shedding any semblance of shame, people continue, in ever greater numbers, thanks to ubiquitous media, to bare themselves, their souls, their deepest secrets, their darkest secrets, their darkest fantasies. Out on the stage, which is what we are told the world is, we grab our 15 minutes of fame.

Pornography and the ubiquitous camera has brought the most private of acts glaringly into the public eye.  And it infects the two sole bastions of decency, more than ever. Young children have access to pornography. Old people have access to pornography.

The victim in this case is innocence. The loss of innocence is irreversible. It would take a massive, lop-sided extinction, to correct the scales and bring innocence back.

We expend. We spend. How can a spend-thrift spend t0o much by the way? English, that bastard spawn of Latin, and forced upon the world by literal and now cultural clonialization, is verily a part of our collective down-fall. More on that some other time or variously referred to in my posts here.

Ironic that it is my language of choice to transmit my thoughts. Such is how it is.

In the last 200 years, first with coal and then with oil, we built ourselves an explosive edifice. Think about that,  for every inch of anything built, something was blown up at the start.

Like this:

How is this for a little nod to those forgotten miners, making all this possible:

That from Ukraine, result of a mine explosion.

Notice the increasing mine disasters by the way? Should tell you a little something about the end of the line.

Back on topic though.

Every little inch or square inch or cubic inch of everything built, starts with an explosion.

We took that explosive power and applied it with gusto to that most unique of human past-times, war and the senseless killing of fellow-human beings. Every day, every month, every year, billions and billions of dollars and sweat and human creativity, spent on devising ways to kill other people more efficiently.

Even in our debauched lingua franca, we all want more bang for our buck.

Come 1945 and we pinnacled it. The great Atom Bomb. Proving at once how little we really understand about our own building blocks and also what block-heads we are.

That sword of Damocles hangs heavy, but did not stop the explosive trend into de-volution. Daisy cutters, MOAB’s, bunker busters….such cute names for our weapons of destruction. But all this should be obvious if we paid attention, yes? Is this trend a good and noble one? Hardly.

Western science, swaggering in it’s role as God (or at least it’s sole arbiter or arch enemy, as needed), grew ever more removed from reality. The great hack, Al Einstein and his merry band of supporters convinced us that in his personage, we were close to god himself, all those complicated looking equations definitely proving that man had, after all, cracked the code. We did, but it was a trick answer, one we were supposed to move beyond, not get mired in.

Flash forward and we stand, in awe (most people) or total disgust (me and a minority of  a few), at CERN. We’ll be god-damned if we don’t find that pesky god particle, or we’ll die trying. And take humanity with us. That is the hubris of science.

Well-intentioned? Hardly.

Well planned? Absolutely.

The list of science and it’s mis-steps is a book in itself, so I’ll just mention one more ugly spawn of it.

Western, allopathic medicine.

See the doctor (would you take a drink from me if I told you I’d doctored it? Word play you say? Please, pay attention, it is intentioned world play, to Doctor is to change for the worse).

Get a drug (are you a legal drug addict or an illegal drug addict?).

Check into a hospital, same as a hotel (Hospitality?).

Barren, white, stainless steel, poking, bleeding, radiating, chemicalizing, sickening, vaccinating, chopping, heartless western medicine.

Sure, we’ll cure you (see, there again, curing was a way to make dead meat last longer. In the system, that is all you really are, dead meat).

And then, look carefully at the world we have wrought from all this “advancement” and “progress” and “civilization”.

Do you really fit in well?

Look then at an animal in it’s natural habitat.

Does it fit well?

I saw a langur

jump 50 feet from  he top of a coconut tree to the ground, front paws first and bound away, no problem. He was huge too.

50 foot plunge, just like that.

Can you make such a plunge from a 50 foot balcony? Hmmmmm?

Everything this age has created is fraught with “danger”. The things we use, on a daily basis (please use your imagination), have the constant ability to cut, poison, bludgeon, rip, tear, shred, scrape us in some way shape or form. We are trained from birth to lead careful lives.While the promise, supposedly at the pinnacle of this paradigm, is the care-free life. Ironic.

We have been taught, conditioned even, to lead careful lives. Careful how you shut that door. Careful how you walk down those steps, in those shoes that rob your feet of any tactile sensation or the ability to grip.

Meet the genius Italians, who gave us both the marble floor and leather soled shoes. Talk about a recepie for disaster, eh?

And the things we make, all need special conditions to make them run/work/do etc. roads, Tracks, Buildings, AC………

Explosions piled upon explosions.

Such a foolish path.

We were trained (on purpose, make no mis-take about that) to revere the scientist, the doctor, the academic who postulated one useless theory after another. They were going to be our salvation. They were going to get us the answers.

Bah, humbug to the whole industrial movement.

I for one don’t look to anyone to give me answers anymore.

If anything, I want to be given the better question.

That is what we were given this awesome brain and this unique body for.

To ask the better question.

Constantly.

The path of easy answers is the path of de-evolution. It makes us soft.

The path of seeking the better question is the evolutionary one.

Go, look into the mirror.

Stand before it for a few minutes.  Stare into your reflection. Some scales will start to fall off your eyes.

Look, even if every instinct says turn and run.

And then ask yourself that timeless question.

Who am I?

Theres a better question for you.

More on this theme soon.

Be well.

:-)

12 Comments leave one →
  1. December 24, 2010 9:14 pm

    Could the Bible be true? It is not even a question if your eyes are open and your ears are willing to hear.

    • December 25, 2010 2:48 am

      Paul, you’ll have to give me/us a little more than that for me to link to your blog.
      What is it about the bible that is so true? If you are being literal, we might dis-agree.
      Old testament or New? Which version?
      Religion is a slippery slope in my world.
      Be eager to hear more.

  2. December 25, 2010 4:49 pm

    One of your best. Poetic.

    cheers

    • December 25, 2010 7:40 pm

      Good to see you back svs. Missed your insightful comments here.
      Hope all is well.
      And thanks…

  3. December 25, 2010 9:07 pm

    nice post thanks !!!

  4. Vee Wong permalink
    December 29, 2010 3:23 am

    V,
    Sorry for late joining this.

    50 feet plunge, is not a problem to this amazing man:

    I have to think everyone of us is capable, if we eat, breathe, live, love right? Me, worn out…passed the prime. I will make the effort when I come back.

    Who am I?

    i am what i am, i am.
    i am what i am, i am.
    i am what i am, i am.
    i will be.

    learning to ask better questions

    awaiting…

    Thanks for sharing, excellent post.

    • December 29, 2010 6:40 am

      For the few, innately talented, all possible V.
      And for you, no prime is past, believe me.
      All that is needed is to reach your core, which carries the perfect holograph for who V is.
      Touch it, say hello to your original face and watch… ;-)

  5. downrodeo@ZH permalink
    March 1, 2011 10:28 pm

    ORI,
    I follow your comments on ZH, and I often read your blog. I love the way you’re able to point out what we all miss with all of our busy-ness. This article was fantastic, one of the best i’ve read. I’ll be passing it around to the usual suspects. Thank you very much for your work, I always look forward to what you have to say. Thanks again!

    -jd

    • March 2, 2011 5:10 am

      Downrodeo, appreciate the clearly heart-felt appreciation. I enjoy your comments on ZH as well. Please share here as you feel called.
      This article is really close to my heart, a thing (outsourcing/globalization) I’d like to see unwound. :-)

  6. Dublinmick permalink
    September 19, 2011 1:04 am

    Hello Vivek
    I just finished a great book on Tecumseh called A Sorrow In Our Heart. The westerners who migrated to America and slowly of all available land, regardless of who it belonged to called it progress etc etc. They haven’t really changed much as we look around the world.
    Almost anything can be classified as progress these days as people lie to themselves on a daily basis.

    • September 20, 2011 7:00 pm

      DubM, good to hear from you. It is a deeply engrained mind-set. This gotta have it all. Very consumpton oriented, which is why it is at it’s consumptive, obese present.

      And pro-gress, by the way, just means pro (in favour of) gress, the current direction. Interesting I thought.
      Thanks for sharing. How goes the blogging?

  7. krish permalink
    April 12, 2012 4:12 pm

    Beautiful. A lot of insight

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