Nothing Cannot be Destroyed
But nothing can destroy anything – and is actively doing so. This can be rephrased as: nobodies cannot be destroyed, but they can destroy anyone or anything – and are actively doing so.
It is important to emphasis the negative – not the positive, since that has been done too much already, and is largely responsible for getting us into this mess.
The metaphor that best illustrates our society is that of a black hole – something only we could have imagined. Perhaps other intelligent beings are now marveling at our ongoing social collapse – and hopefully deriving lessons from it.
It is important to be aware of the emotions behind this development – because they are the fuel that is driving it. People are doing this because it feels good. Because it makes them feel powerful.
People have always motivated by two forces: the desire to build and the desire to destroy – construction and destruction. We had to be good at construction, because we went from being apes to being something truly amazing: human beings.
But for reasons I can only guess at, we have done an about-face, and are destroying the work of millions of years in only a few hundred. The reasons are not important, however, only the end-result.
All we have to do is recognize that – but this is impossible.
Now that I have written this, I am amazed by it – and not sure what to do next. I seem to be a voice crying in the wilderness – to quote the Good Book. But one who is also having some excellent coffee for breakfast - definitely an improvement.
I have noticed that as I have been making my latest discoveries that I am suffering from vertigo, or severe disorientation. Not a pleasant feeling, believe me. My body has lost its bearings, and I have to move carefully to keep from falling down.
This has happened to me before. Once, I was backpacking and hiking beyond the trailhead, in beautiful mountain country, I was listening to a tape about The Father Wound. The speaker was saying that people are often aware of their Mother Wounds, and are working on them, but they are unaware of their Father Wounds.This made sense, and I began to wonder about my own – and be vaguely aware that I had some. My father had disappointed me, I knew.
When I woke up next morning in my little tent, I was so dizzy I could not get out of my sleeping bag. I thought I was going to die out there and be eaten by the coyotes. This made me do some hard thinking, and I discovered I had to stop all thinking. I had been obsessing about my Father Wounds, and my body could not handle this.
I managed to get to my feet, pack up and walk out. A doctor thought I had an ear infection, and give me pills that only make it worse. I knew I had to get back into therapy again, and fix what was wrong with me.
Finding a therapist was no problem, Silicon Valley is full of them. People need them desperately, and have the money to pay for them. I had a bunch of them. Did they help? Not really. But looking back at it, they helped me to survive the High-Tech world, by getting out of it, and building a new life in Costa Rica. I got one valuable message from them ”Yes, you do exist, and you are not all that terrible.”
Will this move to another culture work for anyone else? Probably not. All kinds of people come down in search of a new life – and they usually fail. This is a huge job, and they are not prepared for it.
I just saw a tourist bus yesterday, that stopped to let its passengers take a picture of themselves in from of our historic church. I was gawking at them, and they were gawking at me. The bus continued on see the rest of the sights of our scenic valley – and then went back to civilization again. The tourists were no doubt satisfied with their day-trip – but could not see why anyone would want to live here, in such primitive conditions.
They do not know that Orosi has fast Internet connections. And that anything you want can be flown in from Miami to the nearest large town, less than an hour’s bus ride away. They only want to be surrounded by good stuff – not by what appears to them to be poverty.
I want to finish off with one observation. That our collapse, our social implosion, has coincided with a technical explosion. Perhaps we are so infatuated with our things we consider our selves unimportant and defective by comparison. Perhaps explosions (of any kind) are always followed by implosions – and since everything is connected, everything goes down.
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