The ancient Chinese Taoists recommended that in times of disorder the sage retreat to his own virtue. Or I suppose one could stand in front of a tidal wave waving ones arms and screaming stop. The Punch and Judy show of good and evil must play its self out; after all we are only human.
There was a fellow by the name of George Gurdjieff (died 1947) who was an arch disciplinarian (and one whose work deserves survey) who in his ruminations suggested that humanity could be saved only by a threat to existence so huge that it over-shadowed culture everywhere and of every stripe.....well it seems to me that we have a rainbow of such dire information, but it is just not able to cut through the sea of darkness that is the modern self. So I'm expecting a spontaneous flowering of awakened intelligence.....no one will have seen that coming.
Clearing Skies at Midnight in December
it is that moment just midway of dusk and dawn
and between stragglers of the grey that all day fed rivulets and puddles
in lazy drift through Gemini appears
Jupiter now startling bright
now dissolved in haze once more
stars are close
tomorrow
sun
it is not
Monday droning
after monotonic cretin Monday
that brings December's dreary repetition
the days have no names
and convention's reassurance does not tame them
on every side of God's toy top the flood of light goes on forever
never is there any dark
but for shadow
and this
our little corner of the universe
rages
for reunion with oblivion
they are reckless
the stars that send their light to fill this puddle
and we
are their children
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