No social system can base itself for too long on the principles of unsustainability, dancing an unsacred dance. It can only be secured through paranoia. Civilization is like a corpse on our back, a heavy burden. We carry it, connecting various life-support systems to it in a vain attempt to keep it alive because we’re under the illusion that it sustains us; when really it’s crippling us and we’re in denial that it is in its death throes. Civilization would not be moving so fast if it didn’t have to constantly outrun its own collapse. And it does collapse. Though it’s like a dead horse that people keep digging up and beating, over and over again, it does get buried. “There is no clash of civilizations,there is a clinically dead civilization kept alive by all sorts of life-support machines that spreads a peculiar plague into the planet’s atmosphere.” This dead and dying civilization is steamrolling over us, it’s just moving so slow that it seems like there’s no reason to panic. And while we should be cautious and vigilant, we shouldn’t panic. We should forgive ourselves, and then rise up with a full heart. Like Mark Twain ingeniously opined, “Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” Revolution is a mighty fragrance, indeed. Not even death can stop those who are free. Like the Mexican Proverb says, “They tried to Bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.”
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 19:20:18 +0000