No matter how we may parse the ongoing, unfolding complex and multifaceted drama in Syria and across the world thanks to what appears to be the flailing disintegrating American empire; no matter who’s “responsible,” and who’s “justified” in murdering, not only human babies, but infant humanity which has been stuck at the level of a two-year old child yelling “me” “no” and “mine” for thousands of years; no matter how much our distraction/addiction-riddled populace can only look down into screens rather than up into the starry sky, while “talking heads” and other so-called intelligentsia busy themselves importantly “figuring out” what just happened, why, how, what now and especially, who wins this zero-sum game; no matter all of the above and more, we do seem to be suffering from a great die-off of all that is holy just as beautiful Spring once again, mysteriously surges up from below in the northern hemisphere of our Mother Earth.
To some — and to me in certain moods — the only question is which way shall we go extinct? Via nuclear holocaust (now seemingly licking the edges of consciousness like never before) or via global heating, or cooling? Over ten years? 100 years? 1000?
Does it matter? We will all die, someday (including those who fancy themselves about to become immortal machines). We will all loose our vast selves from the confines of this tiny bit of matter fashioned temporarily into “human” form in mere decades, at best. So let us keep our own death in mind; let honor Death as our closest constant companion. Let us recognize that inside each and every dying moment we invite ourselves to wake up, wake up, wake up.