Weathering our Error

Hence, the error of our ways, our ways of living. It is an error that we can weather and persevere for only as long as a good constitution allows, but there's a point where it cannot, we cannot, and it will be that time. It is the penance of living when tied to the till. That which is taken must be given back.  This is not the ancient world anymore where humans lived as they should: together, close, and raised in communion with a singular vision. Sewn together with culture, song, and dance. Where work was play, and hunting was a ritual. Where man was a man, free from laws that did not originate from the universe within. As Euclid offered geometric proof, their life was the theorem in practice. It bore good fruit. The free whales swimming in our polluted oceans now and the few wolves still left hunting are all free thinkers, free creatures, and mans kin to the same. We have become something else from that which we originated.

So here we are, plop down in a world of ecocidal perdition, anachronistically mismatched for a life that is out of order with the animal. Watch a cycad unfold or a dragonfly maneuver over a dazzling field of daisy's is to understand the old ways. They are not out of order and their needs are met, so why do we fret?  "I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself." - DH Lawrence. Why? We are different now, we live in our futures, obsess over that which has not happened yet, that which may only happen but hasn't. We form a knot in our thinking, and cannot find our way back to the present. Right now you breathe....make note, for it is better than some. I know this, I live and weave a life in out of others disease and disability, and I cannot help but have lingering residues of their pain. I carry it around like so much mud and dirt placed in camouflage. I say what can only be said - live presently, the future does not exist, it is a fiction made in the human mind. Focus on your immediate constitution, and trouble not with tomorrow.

Now for the practicality of it, what can you do? If you have the means have plenty of stored food that would not necessitate heavy toil in procuring more. How much is what you expect or want in the life that is left. Unknowable for true, but not impossible to tempt. Take a stock of all family, friends, and neighbors that you have established trust and communion with and flame those bonds right on into the collapse. Do it now, and do it everyday hence. That means calling them regularly, sharing with them, and above all teaching those without any understanding of that which you currently do, and why you do it. This work may be more taxing than the till and milking, but equally important. The grace of old age naturally gives talent to this just as a tree sheds leaves in the fall for the benefit of the Earth below. The pattern is the same in all things - know it. Meditate daily, be alive now, and the rest will unfold without your worries.

This is nothing new, as "nothing is new under heaven." Wisdom is an echo of the seers calling out from everywhere.