I think I spend a great deal of time being in perpetual amazement at living in this time.
There is so much vision and breadth and poetry and besuty and there is so much of its opposite, and even though there's much, much more of the former, we are strangling ourselves with the latter so we are oxygen deprived and begin believing there isn't any of it at all.
We are pixellating ourselves into oblivion.
What is the opposite of poetry? At this point in time I'd say it's bureaucracy.
We are amazing. We see so much all at a glance. And that immediate seeing is the space from where the poetry comes. But we now see so little of the part of us that sees so much. This has been going on for several hundreds of years, this living with the results of insisting there is only one way of seeing when there is really two. Our split brain says so.
Some of us don't even know we have a wide open river that rushes through our own bodies.
I feel mournful today. I need help from my society and it is very hard to ask for and very hard to know if I am going to get any "return on my energy investment" It will take a lot of energy and a little bit of money which is a lot for me. It will take interfacing with bureaucracy, and that bureaucracy has a customer-facing face just like you or me. It will be a sad face, of course, because nobody likes working at Centrelink.
At Centrelink you are most certainly a cog in a wheel, and that wheel is regularly pissed on by a giant black dog that is the Australian Government. The government will speak at times, in tightly scripted PR speak, about being an innovation nation. It will speak all the time about the economy.
The Australian Government has a AAA credit rating, which I think translates out into it being a really easy place for rich businesspeople to make more returns on their investment.
I hate money and wish it didn't exist. Or at least not in its current form where it is something for greedy rich people who feel unsafe to hoard. I wish instead that it existed in a form where it behaved like it used to, in civilisations different to ours, where it was an energy that danced and linked people together and to hoard it was to demonstrate your degeneracy.
Some days it is enough to know that sane societies existed, and will exist again. But in the meantime we have to live in this one, which is crunching people in its jaws and spitting them into the gutter.
I wish for the sanity to come sooner than anticipated today. I wish to see us all walking around in the wide expanse of beauty, in that more beautiful world our hearts know is possible, as Charles Eisenstein puts it. Our hearts and our brains both.
Come to mama, universal basic income. You would change my life.
