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02/14/2003 Entry: ""Tubside Whirlygigs""
Slipping into the bath to ease a headache, with all in the house very quiet except for Coltrane's "A Love Supreme" playing to a sleeping cat, I relaxed and dissolved. It's been a long while since I've been able to detatch from things so effectively. Even with so many interesting pieces of news sliding under the door of my life, nothing was there to distract me.
While I melted away, some thoughts spiraled softly by, that I didn't really catch until towling off with my reconstituted feet on the ground and the jazz fading to long-ago applause. Like dandelion puffs, you don't notice them on the breeze until they've already blown out of reach. But you get the idea.
In the past two thousand or so years of civilization, there have been many empires, paradigms and ways of thinking and living that have given the world it's present shape. There are so many ways to analyze and quantify the causes and effects that have led up to right now, but a simple, two-fold approach could be to say that we have either lived in pleasure at the expense of others or lived in sacrifice for the pleasure of others. However, on a mass-scale, humanity has yet to emrace living with pleasure in balance with and even for the benefit of others.
For example, here in the West virutally all of our commodities are brought to us via the labor of others. Those others sacrifice their time in order that we may have them. To compesate them for time, we give them money, which may satisfy short-term needs but ultimately sows discord and displeasure because of it's scarcity. Yet, because society constrains itself and it's resources in the pursuit of capital, it is unable to balance itself with the needs of the Earth, the needs of it's people, and the needs of it's own evolution.
This is an overly simplistic model but the point is that we have yet to explore globally and generally the option of attaining personal fulfillment without destabilizing the local physical, social, emotional and spiritual environment. To evole, we must grow our abilities as a species to be self-reliant and increasingly inventive; we must engender radical inventiveness, thinking "with" rather then "at" problems.
Additionally, our creativity is progressively astounding. We are artistically becoming bolder as a society; but how to personify that trend, to encourage everyone, perceived abilities aside, to live uniquely and have the tools to do it? How can it be done without causing others to sacrifice?
Those and other silly things swirled around me and the soap suds, whirlygigging possibility afer possibility, until all the possibilties went down the drain on their long journey home, and the purple towel hung back on the hook. I feel hopeful that, although a dark cloud hangs over the world, that the sun is on the other side of it... after stormy weather if we keep looking up and dreaming on, there could very well be a rainbow to dance under, a love supreme.
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