"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

09 September 2014

A Hymn of Thaksgiving

I am surrounded by a sense of antiquity from a bygone age so close I can still almost hear their phantasmal voices, and stark, unyielding nature. Where the landscape is juxtaposed with rock and river and wind and storm and temperature. A kingdom of dragons, where the fantastical dances upon earthy feet. Where the Divine speaks in inaudible tongues of which you just might hear if you learn to listen. This dichotomy is fantastic.

I have found my bliss and follow it relentlessly, and I encourage you to do the same...

We exist in a world where there are still dinosaurs. Although, we commonly call them birds, thus removing the majesty and mystery. Then again, if you could see a T-Rex or a stegosaurus either in the wild or within the safe confines of a zoo, their magnificence might be considered old hat.

This is time when the future is now. Once upon a time, this was the purview of sci-fi; a world of hand-held computers approaching quantum speeds and the language of an atomic cosmos revealed. We have made our first forays off this tiny island into a great black sea. The most audacious of us will launch further into this inky black void of interstellar to explore, to perhaps find a new home.

There are those who might say these are the End of Days. Hell on Earth. Certainly, there are enough horror shows to go around and then some. And yet, these are just constructs, for the Wise will tell you we are the architects of our own imprisonment. In our hands, we hold the keys to a kingdom greater than any described by the flimsy religions of Man. We need only realize that.

These are, the best of times...

8 comments:

  1. You are right to say that the future is now, so many of the things we see now were dreamt of 30 years ago (the hand-held computers you refer to). LOTS of introspective thoughts here in this post. This might be my new personal favorite of yours.

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  2. It's somehow comforting to think of man's progress, whether technological or spiritual, as a ascending line on a graph, as time unfolds along the X axis, the Y axis is steadily rising.
    The reality is that it's a sine-wave, and the best we can hope for is each apex is higher than the last, and the nadir not so low.

    On a less philosophical note I'm heading out to a tributary of the Big Hole today to get a few hours in before our first winter storm hits this evening.

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    1. At my most cynical, I figure our species will be extinct in the next couple hundred years, at best. At my most hopeful, I imagine us spreading across the cosmos, but not in the countenance of a virus.

      It snowed above eleven-thousand last night, which aborted a jeeping trip with the magistrate. Sort of sad, but we didn't want to risk slipping up high. Next week looks more favorable.

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  3. Bliss rings through your words, Robbie, and I've always admired how you've not only found it, but embrace your Belonging. Great post...

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    1. Thank you...and of course, I feel compelled to share.

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  4. Crap. I missed a post. Sorry.
    Work, school, kiddos, yadayada.
    Anyway, it's a beautiful post, Robbie. And my grandson Lyric would agree with you about the dinosaurs. He likes Kentucky Fried Pteranodon the most. :)

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    1. Thank you. Grilling them tandoori-style or roasting them whole is my preference.

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