Let’s start from the very beginning, a very good….
place to start….
I’m sure many here are familiar with the famous Do Re Mi song from the Seminal Sound of Music.
Seems fitting. After the first day of my journey here, I saw a screen full of zeros when WordPress had a problem yesterday. No visitors, no comments, no nothing.
So I thought I’d take you all back to one of my earliest posts, where I laid out what I think is a core issue with us, the collective us and the “inner collective” us, the many me syndrome, so to speak. I do believe it is worth a read, especially as we see events on the outside spiraling out of control. Most such spiraling being driven of course by run-away technology. Interesting that a Nuclear reaction that is un-controllable is called a run-away reaction. Kind of makes you want to run-away any-way, ne?
But we must stand our ground, for our figurative roots need a place, howsoever temporary, to give us a way to reach deep.
I used to be a run-awayer. The new place perhaps. The new relationship perhaps. The new job perhaps? The new anything. This, here always looked un-worthy of my attention. That is not to say that movement is bad. Conscious movement, intuitive movement are excellent. A change of perspective movement. It’s running away that I’m speaking of.
As an interesting aside, have you noticed how poorly designed we are to be runners? really, even the runners amongst us need to examine that deeply, because in this fractal world, the out reflects the in and vice-versa. All the runners I know suffer greatly in the end for their efforts. Weakened hearts, weakened joints, shin splints… the gamut.
We are not meant to be runners. We are meant to be masters of the moment. Here and now. Not there and then. Stand your ground, literal and figurative, inner and outer. Notice an Aikido master. Usually rotund, seemingly heavy. See the Bushi-do sensei, wizened and wrinkled. Try then to pierce there here and now. Impossible. And yet they are everywhere they need to be, here and now. If that sounds confusing, it was meant to be. Now and here do not Exist in logic, per se. They are already gone, gone, gone, gone……now now now now now now….. there is deep wisdom hidden in the line just past….. now now now now……… there is a pulse to everything, alternating, end-less wisdom…. now here now here now here now here…..in and out…… see even the particle-wave duality…. now a wave now a particle, now a wave now a particle…. mind bending, ne?
Back to the now-here, spiraling out of control, running away.
Here is my take on it, written in response to an e-mail article my friend sent me, asking me what I thought of the requiem someone had written on the Death of Solzhenitsyn and our obsession with technology…
An older piece, pertinent!
Good to hear from you. I am currently a resident of Nava Karnataka, your home state, epi-center of what, at least in the Indian Context, is most exemplary of our wedded-ness to, as Niranjan aptly put it… “the Diocese of Technology, and indirectly, to its Major Sponsor, the Church of Globalization”.
While individually we may look at the mirror and see a bright, intelligent face staring us back , in actual fact, collectively, which is where we put most of our energies, we are dumb.
Thick as bricks, lost to reality, creatures who are mostly at effect, rarely if ever at the helm of anything, including and especially ourselves.
We have given up the rudder of our lives, our bodies, our children, our hopes, pretty much anything makes us…well us…into the hands of “experts”. And most of those experts have been telling us that technology is the answer.
To quote the article… “The few with smiles are those who have known all along that marrying fear to technology is the philosopher’ s stone of our times. They are the proverbial ones laughing all the way to the bank.” Too true. Yoicks!!!
And difficult as it may be to swallow, we are brain-washed, completely and thoroughly.
In successive generations, vested interests have moved us farther and farther away from ourselves and anything that really matters, towards things peripheral, external and in the greater context, totally and completely without meaning.
A quick detour…meaning. What a word. The root is obviously “mean”. Hmmmmmm…. how mean! Dig one level deep and English’s meaninglessness leaps out and bites you on the nose.
Mean=average. Meaning is nothing but the average, generally accepted usage of a word whose origin might have been far removed from it’s “mean”ing. And since the world is fractal and at least visibly de-volving, words, especially as to what they mean, are devloving too. And we are devolving with them. But, digressions aside…
We are lazier as a people, far lazier than yesterday, last year and in decades not so recently past. And we are fearful too. And lazy and fearful people are also usually unreasonable, reactive and unfortunately violent. And usually violent far in excess of what is required of a situation.
Again, this is the collective, hive-mind I am speaking of. So, in our collective, fearful, lazy sins of omission mind-set, we allow all manner of horrors in our name, so we may be safe.
War being the classic example.
Our world is rife with strife at every level. Made for TV wars, death and destruction, both simulated (hollywood, bollywood, TV, newspapers) and real (the US has particularly good TV ratings for grainy shots of bombs exploding in some faraway place)… Some beer and pop-corn with your Shock and Awe anyone?
And it’s only going to get worse, a whole lot worse before it gets any better. We’ve been weakened, eviscerated, hollowed out by our increasingly toxic environments, barely able to protest, unless our direct safety is threatened. Internet petitions are so easy to forward, ne?
Such powerful signs that all things vital (including vitality, individually and collectively) are ebbing, going back to the mix. Species, ideas, peoples…washing ashore, dead, in droves, schools and all manner of other collectives.
We have to ask of ourselves, really deeply and with all the attendant difficulties our lazy/fearful selves will throw against us… what can I do? Too many holes to plug in the collective Dyke, can I even see mine? Am I leaking like a sieve myself? Can I even tell that I’m leaking or do I need a doctor to examine me and tell me the same? Am I in touch? Can I even really touch anymore?
Am I an engine of cause or an instrument at effect?
And don’t fear any answer that comes out of self-reflection. As Horace said and it is really one of the most difficult questions to face…
“What forbids us from telling the truth laughingly?”
What in-deed or word?