After the second post on obsolescence the only reader of my posts, 
For, once I read a story about a Tibetan monk, Yeshi Dhonden, who performed a diagnosis on someone. The story went like this, ʼFor the past two hours Yeshi Dhonden had bathed, fasted, and prayed to purify himself for this task, which was to examine a patient taken at random … After introductions and a request for a urine sample, the visiting doctor moved to the bedside and entered into a trance-like vigil over the woman. … His eyes are closed as he feels for the pulse. In a moment he has found the spot, and for the next half hour he remained thus, suspended above the patient like some exotic golden bird with folded wings, holding a pulse of the woman beneath his fingers, cradling her hand in his. All the power of the man seems to have drawn into this one purpose … And I know that I, who have palpated a hundred thousand pulses, have not felt a single one. … What was the diagnosis? Through a translator, the explanations sounded monk-like, furtive, poetic. Winds had been coursing through the body of the woman, currents breaking against the barriers, eddying. They were in the blood, and were the signs of an imperfect heart. Long before she was born, Yeshi Dhonden explained, »a wind has come, had blown open a deep gate that must never be opened. Through it charge the full waters of her river.« A lecturer then asked for the formal diagnosis of the hospital staff. »Congenital heart disease, » he was told. »Intraventricular septal defect, with resultant heart failure.«ʼ The Healing Arts, Ted Kaptchuk, Michael Croutcher
Well …, you see, to me those ancient healing arts seem to be speeding into oblivion, into obsolescence. Also the true connectedness with the nature, with the Earth herself as it is thought in the traditional Chinese medicine and »moving meditation«, as well as what Native American people and Australian aborigines explain. It looks like it is vanishing from the Earth with the speed of light or faster. And, this is why I wrote those short posts about obsoleteness. We don't seem to give them the credit for our existence on Earth when we look into the black mirror daily and call each other by the help of it.
We seem to forget that we live from the Earth and of the earth. We don't live in some simulation or virtual reality, or a hologram. We exist in the physical reality as a spirit manifest, as in a body incarnated spirit with a soul. And when we poison and destroy just everything and everyone around us, will our bodies and souls remain healthy, loving, gentle and kind, yet strong; will our mind perceive the world around us the same as we do now? Will we forget entirely and be forgotten… as beings of nature who have forgotten nature and the way of balance?
Strange, compiling this posts, I noticed that posts on plastic and food have the same serial number, but it’s no wonder considering what they are about. And, ... the title of this post has a number I simply, if I choose to maybe ever write a sequel.
Obsoleteness II – Recycling of Waste
Obsoleteness VII - Professions
Obsoleteness X – Humans and Other Living Beings