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There was a native American tribe that thought time was a circle. The days were smaller circles within the greater lunar cycles which were within the seasons which were pieces of generations. All things were ending and beginning always.
When the progress-minded Europeans showed up, they took with them linear time. Gone was the idea of a beautiful eternal circle. Now there's a fierce tomorrow that demanded a sacrifice of yesterday.
And since the Europeans won, we've been giving ourselves over to the gods of progress and advancement ever since.
Today I was looking over old Facebook messages, some of which occurred a year ago to the day. And it's funny how all summer I had been plagued by these insecurities, worrying that I'd lose the people who mattered to me. But reading the messages makes it seem impossible for such a thing to happen. In the messages and today there are feelings of optimism about the future and concern about a lost past.
The tribe was probably right, time is one beautiful circle, we just never paused to spot it.
When the progress-minded Europeans showed up, they took with them linear time. Gone was the idea of a beautiful eternal circle. Now there's a fierce tomorrow that demanded a sacrifice of yesterday.
And since the Europeans won, we've been giving ourselves over to the gods of progress and advancement ever since.
Today I was looking over old Facebook messages, some of which occurred a year ago to the day. And it's funny how all summer I had been plagued by these insecurities, worrying that I'd lose the people who mattered to me. But reading the messages makes it seem impossible for such a thing to happen. In the messages and today there are feelings of optimism about the future and concern about a lost past.
The tribe was probably right, time is one beautiful circle, we just never paused to spot it.