Resurrection is in the web. It’s in the details. It’s in the viral space between poetry and the living complexity that extends in and out of each blip, of each moment, even in our routine. Even in challenge to our personal business-as-usual.
Conversations extend from relating the routine. Conversations once began, can and will exist as long as they maintain true to their integrity. Our current dialogue is unclear but the core is unmistakable: #ows started something. It’s a living thing. An idea. And It’s a piece of the whole speeding reality.
Our failure to seek balance in selves and community is a failure that right now might determine all sorts of things. I was reading on the Kurzweil org blog, and watching Vernor Vinge in a Long Now Foundation talk. So I entertain the thought that the Singularity is here. We’re already in it. Hard launch? Wait, are you scared of technology? Are you fearful of merging? Maybe.
Good news is, it seems the Singularity might not happen due to humans. maybe we’re scared of being robots so we’re willing to self destruct. OR maybe we’re going to see the emergence of a new paradigm. Choosing to have a creative spirit we can ensure that if a singularity or a cataclysm occurs we can work together properly.
Move or displace certain communities and they will reform #occupytogether is here. it’s such a sweet mantra. We do already occupy the world together. We must look each other in the eye, over all matters and develop a planet-level sense of self interest.
Occupy your space, as in, Be HereNow.
I have a memory of walking down, to the west end of the park. Down by a frail Tree of Life, whispers of drums and Kundalini. Yoga in the park? Yes. Joined in. Felt great. Felt peace. Wanted peace. Got closer to peace. Now that funny little Tree of Life, with its branches unevenly losing leaves; tiny patch of nothing in a see of concrete and this tree…adorned. meditating on that ground it became sacred for me. My spirit, my heart, on a full moon, recalled the passing of my grandmother on this 3rd anniversary and I thought of how humble we need to be. “It can always get worse” she said once, fleeing not her first war. Yes, we can create hell on earth or we can suspend cynicism and allow creativity to flow. rich men can come out of their towers and ask to hear stories. we can all agree to disagree, but this patch of grass has grey water recycling, food, a library and wifi. the model is built. and so are the tags. Connections were made there. Those connections vary from mundane to sacred.
Right now, Blame is not useful, finding dialogue and decency is useful. Everyone needs to behave. Everyone has to accept responsibility that we are where we are. We must first come with deepest compassion for all things. Now is a good time for it. It might be a good time to allow a tent or two as well. All it costs is tolerance.
