I’m pushing it this morning, same as yesterday. So how do I see the future now? Step by step, grunt by grunt.
Tony Bennett died yesterday. He was 96.
I’m feeling the emptiness in the passing of my generation’s cycle, 1930 – 2000. It’s now 2023 and I’m still here, kind of a left over. I’m 90 and am becoming rare.
What I see now is that I am some kind of made up story of a life that is ending. Then in the overview, I see humans as something of an unaware horizontal virus.
There is an immense amount of scientific knowing that has been revealed. Most of us live in a kind of self contained immersion and distraction without knowledge, reach, or connection with the greater world, most importantly not being open to another’s experiences and perspectives. What I see is a basic sensual experience of entertainment and distraction. The worst of it being the choice of one’s self-seeking to avoid pain, struggle, and responsibility.
The picture I hold of the human animal species in general is a pack of ignorant, self indulgent, judgmental animals, seeking forever to escape in pleasure, denial of reality in a twisted self esteem. The story of enlightenment being great in the consciousness of the few, rare in its distribution.
We seem to find ourselves bound in animal biology with no escape from its immersion in compulsive appetites. Many can’t even recognize the practical reality that is leading us to the extinction of our species, to be buried in the frozen death of life on earth.
The complexity of time is the reference of the dimension of meaning in the emptiness of space—nowhere to go and no more going.