[thoughts from ~burning woman~ ]
Let me see, now: there is work, rest, and somewhere in between, everything else, the jumble of life. I’ve been very tired these last few weeks, mostly due to work, I realize that, but we also experience a deeper tiredness that comes from an accumulation of worn out time, year after year after year, “time passes” and to the observant, it produces a strange, disquieting litany of thoughts that run over the sands of the mind, like runnels of sand blown off the top of dunes and sliding down the sides to settle, but never for long, at the base. The wind changes direction, comes again, picks up the sand and flings it into a sky already filled with brown dust. Somewhere in that floating, parched wildness my thoughts float, forming a part of it, and somewhere further, as the future chooses, some of those thoughts will again form the uncertain and ever-changing top of another dune. The wind “dies down” then the wind returns and the dance of thoughts begins anew.
I like the imagery. Somewhere in a dimmed, distant past, beyond these times, in another galaxy, a different world, I existed on a desert planet. I sense this more than I remember it. The awareness of sand, not only as a symbol but as gritty reality, is as much a part of my life as is the beating of this Earthian heart. I think of Frank Herbert’s masterpiece science fiction series, starting with the book, “Dune” – the sand and rock desert planet that would have remained unknown to the Empire were it not for the fact that it produced a substance known as “Spice” which prolonged life and allowed individuals to see through space and time. All imperial space traffic depended on the spice, hence Dune, like Earth’s Middle East, was a planet constantly being fought over for its one and only resource, a resource without which the Empire could not hold. Ah, but Frank Herbert was a great prophet and few realize it even today. I will return to this thought.
Terrible, horrible man-made events are taking place all over this world. Some of us, the ones lucky or unlucky enough to have been born with, or somehow developed, the sense of empathy, feel these things, perhaps too deeply. They are more than troublesome, they are life-destroying. Now thinking as an intelligent, sentient, being: is there a greater crime than that of destroying life? I cannot think of one and yet it is a crime that Earthians have always indulged in fully, and continue to plunge themselves into in a never-ending cycle of bloody violence fed by greed, fear and lust. A global Madness but since 99% of the asylum’s denizens are certifiable, then their madness is what passes as the norm.
I should not be the one feeling tired from being immersed in this madness. Surely every single ISSA (intelligent, sentient, self-aware) Earthian on this world should be equally tired, maybe even sick to death, of the bloodshed. But no, those who are not actually cheering it on, or participating in it, are plunged so deeply into their own methods of denial that nothing disturbs them. That remains utterly shocking to me. Some whose conscience can still be tweaked with a shiver of awareness, blame their leaders, then return to their little, mindless motions, pretending to be alive.
What I find so terribly sad isn’t so much the tens of thousands sacrificed daily to profit and pleasure, but the billions who are so brain dead, heart-cauterized and blind that they cannot honestly, without blame or self-justification, enter into the agony of earth and feel it burn. Hoping it will not come to them, they ignore it and the closer it appears to their own doorstep, the deeper their head buries itself in the sands of oblivion.
This brings me back to Frank Herbert. Here are a few quotes I picked out of his third novel on “Dune” titled “Children of Dune.”
“If you believe certain words, you believe their hidden arguments. When you believe something is right or wrong, true or false, you believe the assumptions in the words which express the arguments. Such assumptions are often full of holes but remain most precious to the convinced.”
“Because of the one pointed Time awareness in which the conventional mind remains immersed, humans tend to think in a sequential, word oriented framework. This mental trap produces very short-termed concepts of effectiveness and consequences, a condition of constant, unplanned, response to crisis.”
“To learn patience [in the Bene Gesserit Way] you must begin by recognizing the essential, raw instability of our universe. We call nature – meaning this totality in all of its manifestations – the Ultimate Non-Absolute.”
“Time is a measure of space, just as a range-finder is a measure of space, but measuring locks us into the place we measure.”
“The malady of indifference is what destroys many things.”
“It is said that there is nothing firm, nothing balanced, nothing durable in all the universe – that nothing remains in its state, that each day, each hour, brings change.”
And finally, “Every judgment teeters on the brink of error. To claim absolute knowledge is to become monstrous. Knowledge is an unending adventure at the edge of uncertainty.”