more arrows for Eros.
Occult wisdom seems to me to be a very intricate, shiny wrapper on a gift that is only enjoyable if it takes a lifetime to unravel. I can't help but think that such a secret, if any, would only be of use to the elderly initiated.
A retirement plan for emotional security.
I could be wrong. Maybe infinity is tangible in some way.
I can't seem to put the shiny wrapper down in any case.
Digging through more myth like a kid under a christmas tree.
The Green Man, Puck, or some equivalent avatar of primeval natural vitality seems to be the prototype for Santa Claus.
Which would make sense, as a successful resurrection of the sun into a new year would be best celebrated by a blessing of material gifts.
Who says that capitalism isn't religious?
It's just mother nature being ravaged by an overzealous celebration of birth.
The phoenix accidentally starts a wildfire and kills all of the other animals.
It's like Lennie in Of Mice and Men.
Man so loved the world...that he broke her neck.
But I propose a different ending. Let Lennie get away, because even a simpleton might learn if given a second, third, or fourth chance.
What about the product of joyful material pleasure and the goal of the hoarding, nesting instinct? what should the elderly see when looking down at their offspring?
A continuum? Destruction and mortality?
To what purpose?
To improve? To surpass? Or simply sustain?
The time has passed where it is feasible to reverse our course as a species. We can only hope to speed up and survive through our own excessive inertia.
Even if civilization were to collapse tomorrow, and the world were allowed time to restore its homeostasis, we'd end up in the same situation.
Each generation is ambitious to make a new mark, and there is no stopping the generative force.
So instead of hesitating at the start of a new year with regrets of things done or not done, we must try to not only dance on the grave of the old year, but dance more fervently than any preceding generation has on thousands of prior solstices, unto the limits of imagination and sinew.
And we must bear no malice toward our offspring when they must do the same to us.
A retirement plan for emotional security.
I could be wrong. Maybe infinity is tangible in some way.
I can't seem to put the shiny wrapper down in any case.
Digging through more myth like a kid under a christmas tree.
The Green Man, Puck, or some equivalent avatar of primeval natural vitality seems to be the prototype for Santa Claus.
Which would make sense, as a successful resurrection of the sun into a new year would be best celebrated by a blessing of material gifts.
Who says that capitalism isn't religious?
It's just mother nature being ravaged by an overzealous celebration of birth.
The phoenix accidentally starts a wildfire and kills all of the other animals.
It's like Lennie in Of Mice and Men.
Man so loved the world...that he broke her neck.
But I propose a different ending. Let Lennie get away, because even a simpleton might learn if given a second, third, or fourth chance.
What about the product of joyful material pleasure and the goal of the hoarding, nesting instinct? what should the elderly see when looking down at their offspring?
A continuum? Destruction and mortality?
To what purpose?
To improve? To surpass? Or simply sustain?
The time has passed where it is feasible to reverse our course as a species. We can only hope to speed up and survive through our own excessive inertia.
Even if civilization were to collapse tomorrow, and the world were allowed time to restore its homeostasis, we'd end up in the same situation.
Each generation is ambitious to make a new mark, and there is no stopping the generative force.
So instead of hesitating at the start of a new year with regrets of things done or not done, we must try to not only dance on the grave of the old year, but dance more fervently than any preceding generation has on thousands of prior solstices, unto the limits of imagination and sinew.
And we must bear no malice toward our offspring when they must do the same to us.