Backwards

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The adventure to the Blue Mountains was a much-needed, and not altogether unexpected, confirmation that this trip must be much more focused on the bounty of Nature rather than the chaos of the city. I will do my time in Sydney, yes, as well as in Melbourne; but escapes to the beach will be necessary. Not just for the saving of money, but for my sanity as well. Being surrounded by people who are connected only to a false sense of reality - their manmade superficial idea of home - can by grating, nearly painful, to the soul. Why do we run from the steel and glass and “plastic paradise” we’ve constructed into the woods or to the sea as a “vacation”? I believe the answer is simple: What our consciousness is perceiving as an “escape”, our subconsciousness is perceiving as home. We’ve got it backwards. It seems the the structure of the Great Metropolis, what with all of the bright neon lights and abundance of diversions, suggests a kind of theme park; an endless array of entertainment meant to be enjoyed from time to time. But instead of intermittent diversion excursions, we have created a society that leaves one in a constant state of distraction. This has inevitably raise our entertainment threshold so that we are motivated to create environments such as Las Vegas in order to satiate our lust for that which dazzles and impresses.

In this whole process, we are producing waste - massive amounts of it - that we discard with the ignorant belief that it doesn’t affect us. Or an apathetic attitude towards the affect that we know it has. In reality, we are poisoning the home whence we came. It is no different than spitting in the eye of the Mother that loving raised you. Or, even more graphically, putting arsenic in her tea.