It amazes me how the running theme in life seems to be in a constant state of compromise. Nothing we say or do, at least in America, seems to really ever touch on any lasting change toward anything resembling a more compassionate culture. If anything we just keep accepting the running dialog of lies telling us it getting better. The catch phrase now is “Safer”. It doesn’t really mean we are safer, or ever will be any safer in our lives or our culture. It just means that someone is saying something and we are just accepting that it all a bunch of bullshit we can’t do anything about.
In the Summer I work in a major National Park. I can’t say that the job is any different than anywhere else, but you’d think that because it is in a National Park that there would be a certain unwritten promise to ourselves to treat it differently; that a bunch of nature loving folks would gather for this great opportunity with all the zeal of a Greenpeace activist, but that’s not how it is at all. It’s just like anywhere you go in America, the companies are run by the man, for the man, and we must compromise our innocence in order to comply with the status quo of the place.
Last night I was watching this movie and at the beginning of the movie a narrator gave an interesting view of people. How we had never really learned, or somehow had forgotten, to listen; that we were somehow special, like we should by nature be compassionate or enlightened. It dawned on me that we are essentially animals that had evolved as a specie, but that we were still, and would always be, an echo of the nature we were born out of. Nature is viscous when you come right down to it. So, why would anyone think that we could ever be different as a culture or a species?
Sure there is some compassion among people, and even a good dose of enlightenment sprinkled into the recipe, but the fact is that anyone who is adamant about doing, which seems to be juxtaposed to enlightenment, is left to steer along the lines of there control issues and desires, and if we are to find any peace in this world we will choose to step back and allow it. Ultimately there is a tremendous amount of complacency that exasperates this duplicity of sentience, the ability to acknowledge the difference between ourselves and nature we were born out of, but would honesty really change much about ourselves.
Maybe we are really supposed to be animals, acting like animals, consuming like animals.
