wolram said:
I admire your view NC, but i see beauty in waterfalls, babbling brooks
herbaceous meadows, not stagnant pools or arid land, in reality the
tortoise did not win race, "he used trickery", in the end i guess i will
just have to sit an wait for the rain to come.
and hope that you Marcus or some other, will predict the end of the
drought.
Hi Wolram
You are quite right about the waterfalls, babbling brooks, and herbaceous meadows, but of course I am sure you know there is beauty in the high desert also, and even in the stagnant pool. Knowing where and how to look for it is the trick. I like the budhist view that life is painful to the extent that we hold onto things, become attached. Things come and go. It is the process of coming and going that is real, the things themselves are just temporary manifestations.
This doesn't really make me feel better about my dog being injured or my world racing to self-destruction, but it gives me something else to think about when flushing out the wound or ... well, what can I do about the suicidal wreckage anyway?
My friends here are trying to learn to raise horses and pigs and chickens, how to grow gardens and use the bounty nature provides. It's a lot of work and our grandfather's chose the supermarket and superhighway, but now we are wondering if they didn't choose too soon, and for the wrong reasons. The old homesteads are fallen down, and we pick up the rusted tools and try to fit new handles to them.
Science? Well I believe there is a lot more coming. I study the math and try to figure out the concepts because I want to understand it, not because it helps me raise chickens. Maybe I am wasting my time. I should be chopping firewood, carrying water, building chicken coops. I should be working alongside my friends, enriching the earth.
But I figure science and technology got us in this mess, it will probably be up to them to get us out of it, if we don't blow up first. Maybe I read too much science fiction as a child, but I would be proud to see humankind take the road to the stars. If I can make the way easier with some little trick of understanding, so much the better.
Meanwhile there are gardens to plant, and it is a sunny day in spring. Don't despair, Wolram. There will be a harvest. That is the faith you must have to push a seed into the soil. That is the faith you must have, as an old man who plants acorns.
Be well, Wolram, and all. Something good is coming.
Richard