Morals taken in with mother's breast milk

Derrick Jensen interviewing Darcia Narvaez, Professor of Psychology at the University of Notre Dame, IN, on child rearing in primitive and civilized communities, and how the differences affect the moral development of human beings. To me this is one of the Wow! sources with regard to the human condition.


Sorry, there was too much to do and too little time left

If I was humanity embodied, the decent thing to do was to shut down civilization immediately. I'd stop all production except for food, clothing and electricity. Gas, coal and oil were to be delivered in quantities just enough to regulate inhouse temperatures and allow for food preparation. And I'd launch two ten-year clean-up programs.
If I was humanity embodied, first and foremost there'd be a program for getting rid of radioactive substances. All bombs capable of leaving Earth's gravity were to be shot into the Sun. The others would join all the radiocative fuel rods currently in use, and those discarded. All nuclear power plants would have to be shut down. Deep holes would have to be dug into the Earth's crust, in places where plates are slipping underneath other plates, so that, over extended periods of time, the material would end up in Earth's interior.
If I was humanity embodied, the second clean-up were of more general nature, collecting all the garbage all over the Earth's surface in order to store it underground as well. We'd deposit the raw material of diamonds, coal and crude oil of the future, and rebeautify the landscape.
If I was humanity embodied, I'd leave a message to posterity, apologizing for the mess still left.
If I was humanity embodied, the decent thing to do was to then go into retreat and think about how to continue from there on – those who'd have survived the shutdown. Though it is not unlikely that, by then, more supreme forces than ourselves would have chosen a path for us that'd look quite similar to the one we'll probably end up on through bypassing the programs anyway. Only we'd leave the world a better place.
If I was humanity embodied... for better or worse, I am not.


Life at the end of empire

"Nowadays we seem to think that chaos must result where men are not hemmed in by police regulations; yet we must remember that an enormous proportion of things goes on without laws. Every day you can see how men make way for each other in the most crowded streets without our having to have a law about it. 98% of our life goes on without laws; and some day it will be possible to get on completely without law and force. But for that man must be inwardly free." --Rudolf Steiner in, Schiller and Our Times

With scientists predicting a global temperature rise of 6 to 10°C within the next ten years it is hard to imagine humanity is going to get anywhere near the actualization of those fancy dreams we once had, and still have. Yet I do observe a somehow schizophrenic split when reading paragraphs like the one quoted above. They still do speak to me, thrill me. It feels like these ideas are settled in a different universe where there is no runaway greenhouse effect and all of our silly science fiction stories still have a real chance of becoming true.

Both universes belong into the realm of imagination, though. There is this moment, now, which becomes enormously more intense with the realization that it cannot be conserved for long, that things are constantly in flux, and that it is no wise idea to postpone anything. The time to live like we always imagined to live is now.


Listen to the guy

An activist, in announcing his retreat from publishing, expresses some thoughts I am pondering since quite a few years.

"(1) Remain calm: Nothing is under control;
(2) I’ve never suggested giving up — whatever that means — for many reasons; and
(3) I’ve offered several paths worthy of pursuit, all within the realm of reason [...]

In short, I’ve given it my best shot. I’ve sacrificed my way of living, my means of making a living, and — most importantly — relationships with friends, co-workers, colleagues, and family. Unless I come to the prompt attention of the well-documented liars within the culture of insanity commonly referred to as “normal,” I have nothing substantive left to give [...]
I’m left with little to say and little energy with which to say it. The evidence I present is met by cries of “impossible” and “cherry picking,” not to mention the terror of the abyss when I remove all hope.
Opinions trump evidence in a culture gone mad. The populace cannot distinguish evidence from opinion when the dumbing down has succeeded. And we’re there.
Despite the serious blow to my ego, I’m admitting the insignificance of my impact beyond a few, exceptional individuals."
[Guy McPherson, 1 Sept 16]

Farewell, Guy. Time to allow yourself a little bit of happiness .


Und wenn sie nicht gestorben sind, dann bauen sie noch heute

Es war einmal vor langer, langer... langer Zeit ein altes Mütterchen, das träumte von einer Stadt der Gutwilligen. Und der Traum war wie eine Pralinenschachtel - am Anfang süß, am Ende blieb nur eine leere Schachtel, über der sich die Töchter und Söhne darum zankten, worin denn nun eigentlich der Inhalt bestanden habe. "Isse creemig!", meinten die einen. "Isse würzig", sagten die anderen. Und sie füllten den Baugrund mit leeren Schachteln nach dem Abbild der ersten. Weil sie aber den Sinn des Traumes nicht verstanden hatten, geriet eine hässlicher als die andere.


To be or not to be

"To remain unconscious of being is to be trapped within an ego-driven wasteland of conflict, strife, and fear that only seems customary because we have been brainwashed into a state of suspended disbelief where a shocking amount of hate, dishonesty, ignorance, and greed are viewed as normal and sane. But they are not sane, not even close to being sane. In fact, nothing could be less sane and unreal than what we human beings call reality. By clinging to what we know and believe, we are held captive by the movement of our conditioned thinking and imagination, all the while believing that we are perfectly rational and sane. We therefore continue to justify the reality of what causes us, as well as others, immeasurable amounts of pain and suffering. Deep down we all suspect that something is very wrong with the way we perceive life but we try very, very hard not to notice it. And the way we remain blind to our frightful condition is through an obsessive and pathological denial of being, as if some dreadful fate would overcome us if we were to face the pure light of Truth and lay bare our fearful clinging to illusion. It is within the dimension of being that Truth reveals itself."
~ Adyashanti, in, The Way of Liberation