You write so eloquently about an issue I ponder every day: The Western Paradigm absconded with our vows of social responsibility. From a way we honor one another, witnessing, finding the sacred in the every day, we have allowed the collective to loom and miser what was once built as a collective. So it is that we live in a world richer in technologies, with productive capacity beyond what our forbearers could have imagined, and so much poorer in the warmth of understanding that comes from the small knowings shared by the few, not the many.
I wonder now how we might find sacred again. Sacred in the archeologies of not so distant past. Sacred in ourselves that we might stand up to the many greeds that has been birthed in us. I wonder now that we see new beginnings in the end of building scrapping uncompromisingly efficiently producing, letting waste be all that is more than we could purchase, how we can build together a something that truly learns from our mistakes in letting production take the wheel.
I believe, too, that culture can change the world. I hope one day that we see sacred again like we once did. Quiet then loud. Explosive in depth and with the stillness that comes from vast we do not know. Our relationships with one another will, in my eyes, always be the answer.
You write so eloquently about an issue I ponder every day: The Western Paradigm absconded with our vows of social responsibility. From a way we honor one another, witnessing, finding the sacred in the every day, we have allowed the collective to loom and miser what was once built as a collective. So it is that we live in a world richer in technologies, with productive capacity beyond what our forbearers could have imagined, and so much poorer in the warmth of understanding that comes from the small knowings shared by the few, not the many.
I wonder now how we might find sacred again. Sacred in the archeologies of not so distant past. Sacred in ourselves that we might stand up to the many greeds that has been birthed in us. I wonder now that we see new beginnings in the end of building scrapping uncompromisingly efficiently producing, letting waste be all that is more than we could purchase, how we can build together a something that truly learns from our mistakes in letting production take the wheel.
I believe, too, that culture can change the world. I hope one day that we see sacred again like we once did. Quiet then loud. Explosive in depth and with the stillness that comes from vast we do not know. Our relationships with one another will, in my eyes, always be the answer.
The stories of Miyazaki have given me a sense of the sacred in the natural world. Also of my place that world too.