duminică, 4 octombrie 2015

The challenge of the farmer


There are fences being built all around us; it's not difficult to see that if one's attention is not distracted by the multiple laser points that are now available for chasing.

I'm not talking about the borders, or barbed wires which separate nations, or dams which keep away the flooding of fleeing nations from the innocent, not even about the wooden fence around your house.

The fences to be perceived are of a different nature: the ones which are being built and have been built and consolidated over centuries by the noble bloodlines of our farming masters.

In the name of natural order, the separation started small: was enforced by the spread of dogmas, doctrines, ideologies, politics, coins, concepts, music, film and fashion, trends, hashtags and shares.

It is because of this continuous dilution and separation, that the subspecies of humans have defined themselves (through the distinctive features they have developed)  into smaller and smaller groups, until we came to embrace the current pseudo-philosophical concept that the individual mind = the entire universe.

What this accomplishes (even among the more intelligent subspecies - or maybe especially among those) is a certain type of self sufficiency which prevents the individual from forming any significant intellectual bonds with his/her neighbor.

Subspecies of dissipated energies, enclosed in stables and pens, fearing and rejoicing; separated, but together.

Within our enclosures, we have been convinced that God is in the infinitely small and colorful details of a floating soap bubble, which we chase until it bursts.
The farmers must then create a new bubble which will always rise, more and more colorful and the spirit of Sisyphus, who resides in all of us, will make us chase it again and again.