We Cannot, Of Course, Save The World

For So Many Centuries, The Exchange Of Gifts Has Held Us Together. It Has Made It Possible To Bridge The Abyss Where Language Struggles.

Have We Come All This Way, I Wondered, Only To Be Dismantled By Our Own Technologies, To Be Betrayed By Political Connivance Or The Impersonal Avarice Of A Corporation?

No Culture Has Yet Solved The Dilemma Each Has Faced With The Growth Of A Conscious Mind: How To Live A Moral And Compassionate Existence When One Is Fully Aware Of The Blood, The Horror Inherent In All Life, When One Finds Darkness Not Only In One’s Own Culture But Within Oneself.

The Attempt To Close The Gap Between What Is Known And What Is, Is The Temptation Behind The Apple In Genesis.

When We Enter The Landscape To Learn Something, We Are Obligated, I Think, To Pay Attention Rather Than Constantly To Pose Questions. To Approach The Land As We Would A Person, By Opening An Intelligent Conversation. And To Stay In One Place, To Make Of That One, Long Observation A Fully Dilated Experience. We Will Always Be Rewarded If We Give The Land Credit For More Than We Imagine, And If We Imagine It As Being More Complex Even Than Language. In These Ways We Begin, I Think, To Find A Home, To Sense How To Fit A Place.