I was watching a show on television last night and one of
the characters made an observation that made perfect sense to me. The discussion
was about differing ways of life. The first being the way things used to be on
earth. Pristine land abundant with all the earthly requirements needed for
humanity to survive and thrive. The other being the way we have made it in our
rush towards annihilation. In the first scenario you did not have to go
anywhere and purchase anything you needed; food shelter, clothes, etc., you just
went out and found it. The second involved racing at breakneck speed towards a world
of concrete, steel, violence, hate, bigotry, and death. The analogy made was that the Good Mother
Earth would, sooner or later, shrug and shake and decimate the second way of
life leaving the simple existence that was probably the Creators intention.
This ideal of survival has been on the forefront of my
thoughts for many years. Yes, I do enjoy the comforts the concrete and steel
provide me. Driving cars or trucks is pretty cool. Being able to get in a
tubular pile of metal and soar above the earth is infinitely delicious. Computers
and the internet is the bomb! Riding a train has its allure also. Until, of
course, any of these conveyances breakdown. Then you risk homelessness attempting
to pay the repair costs. Walking to the places you wish/need to go is
infinitely better. Sitting on a log and watching an eagle soar, or a mother
dear and her fawn sneak up to you are amazing. What is amazing is that unless
you are hungry and in need of sustenance for you, your family, or your
community, you can leave them alone to surprise the next individual sitting on
your log. Trophies have no place in either world if it means the death of an
animal or person.
The flotsam and jetsam of this world are just differing
degrees of the debris and scraps of unnecessary “things.”
So how do I justify this abominable paradigm? I read and I
write. One of the cool things about living in this world that is galloping
towards obliteration is that the very thing I am railing against is the exact
avenue with which I get to attempt persuading humans away from the insanity of
this world of wonder and death, and towards a reasonable way to stop the eradication
of mankind. Hypocrite, you say? Perhaps, but I get to say it anyway. If you don’t
like it, you can call me a fool and stop reading.
“Whatever the cost of our
libraries, the price is cheap compared to that of an ignorant nation.” Walter Cronkite
Another fascinating aspect of being the hypocrite is that
while I complain about the world, I get to. If the worst thing my hypocrisy
creates is a momentary thought that might come of this pretense towards the
absurd…What if he is right?
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