Fifty years ago Rod Serling had a little show called the Twilight Zone. In a time when the censors still had jobs to protect the public he veiled social, economic, and religious commentary under the guise of science fiction. What those shows were really showing us was our selves. All of our darkness, all of our worst inclinations, all of our fears played out in a short scenario that made me think.
"There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition. "
He made a career out of posing the question, "What if?". I bring you to that superb show to bring up a few points. The World isn't ending, the sky isn't falling, the greatest Depression ever known to mankind isn't about to happen. What is going on are huge wake up calls. Invitations if you will for human beings to engage and fix what is wrong right in front of them.
All the doomsayers that want me to believe that the End is near aren't truly paying attention and funny, they don't have children. Why are those two things importnat? Because we as a species are capable of heinous acts and love so deep that it stuns me. What is actually happening is an invitation to make the World work. That doesn't involve a profit and loss sheet, a thick bank account, or an imported car.
We are being invited to indulge in the age old dance of Bliss. We have feasted on the empty calories of profiteers, the poor substitute for intimacy veiled in pornography, the isolation from the Earth itself by only encountering food already packaged. Consumers have to cut back, the headlines scream, but they don't have to cut back on love, or sharing, or kindness. See the pendulum swings both ways. The post apocalyptic world doesn't ever have to come to pass. We don't need that big of a time out.
I am sick of hearing that people don't know what to do in these times of crisis. Not sure where to find a miracle? Think about indoor plumbing, of a perfect latte', of the sound of children laughing. None of these things have to stand alone without common sense. Sinse when did They get to rule the world? Conspiracy theories make for a wonderful plot and yes I can see shadows beneath the greasy veneer of the heads of states.
What do I then say to my children? Hey don't bother to dream or fix anything cause the Banks don't care. Don't bother to worry about falling in love because you'll never be able to afford a house or the power to turn on the lights? Don't bother to get a job for you'll only spend your life making profits for the Corporations? Hey while you're at it, just give up living right this second. For all THOSE experts out there really have insight into the mysteries of people, places and things.
Give me a fucking break. Human beings are dense but also fragile in their ability to be touched. I vote that we create things that can continue to inspire and stir the human spirit. That we as a species understand that we're all in class all the time....that everything that comes before YOU is an invitation to make it better, deeper, wiser.
I want my children to know that while the experts are debating on our future and laying out theories of negligence that some of us are still questing for the truth within us.....that is not in a bottle, not in a pamphlet, not from a burning bush. What if you wake up tomorrow and you still have to exist and the World is still there? Shine it up people and dream!
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