“In our tribe we have a saying, That a tribe flies
like a Condor. And the tribe will only fly true when
the wings of the Condor are in balance;—when one
wing is male, and one wing is female.” from Ecuador
[quoted by Jane Goodall on DemocracyNow!]
We shape the world and the world shapes us.
Just as a whore replaces love, and money replaces meaning,
competition in the Arts replaces the real creative currency of
mutual benefit and shared excellence. The illusion has been
turned off. The jury is out for good. The judges in shame
have all gone home. It’s time to be simple, playful, and
serious, again.
We shape the world and the world shapes us.
In the West, we are all born into a contradictory worldview
that tacitly explains suffering with a bible-black four-square
prison of sin, debt, guilt and fear. Outside the four walls
of the prison, there’s the free-flowing energy of natural
abundance. But inside the darkness of the prison, the
world is lit by the harsh, cold light of false scarcity. And so,
we are possessed by greed and jealousy. And so, we are
full of conflict. Inside the prison, who can blame us for
being confused? We amass money and things as if the
outward security they offer us were a divine right that goes
on forever. But look around you. Everything there comes
ultimately from the Earth, and to the Earth with time shall
return. What we think is Time’s straight arrow of eternal
possession, is really a circle—nay—a circle turning, a cycle,
the rise and fall of the fountain’s water, the in- and out-breathing
of a goddess, outside of Time and Space. Truly:—the Earth
does not give. She but lends, and that, but for the briefest
of whiles. What could be more beautiful than this?