 (My ISP has been down since New Year's -- hopefully they'll be up soon, and I'll be back at full speed).
From Derrick Jensen's A Language Older Than Words:
There are times the lies get to
me, times I weary of battering myself against the obstacles of denial,
hatred, fear-inducing stupidity, and greed, times I want to curl up and
fall into the problem, let it sweep me away as it so obviously sweeps
away so many others. I remember a spring day a few years ago, a spring
day much like this one, only a little more sun, and warmer. I sat on
this same couch and looked out this same window at the same ponderosa
pine.
I was frightened, and lonely. Frightened of a future that looks dark,
and darker with each passing species, and lonely because for every
person actively trying to shut down the timber industry, stop abuse, or
otherwise bring about a sustainable and sane way of living, there are
thousands who are helping along this not-so-slow train to oblivion. I
began to cry.
The tears stopped soon enough. I realized we are not so outnumbered. We
are not outnumbered at all. I looked closely, and saw one blade of wild
grass, and another. I saw the sun reflecting bright off the needles of
pine trees, and I heard the hum of flies. I saw ants walking single
file through the dust, and a spider crawling toward the corner of the
ceiling. I knew in that moment, as I've known ever since, that it is no
longer possible to be lonely, that every creature on earth is pulling
in the direction of life -- every grasshopper, every struggling salmon,
every unhatched chick, every cell of every blue whale -- and it is only
our own fear that sets us apart...
Ours is a politics, economics and religion of occupation, not of
inhabitation, and as such the methods by which we are formed and
governed have no legitimacy save that sprouting from the end of a
cannon, from a can of pepper spray, from the rapist's penis, from the
travesty of modern education, from the instilled dread of a distant
hell and the false promise of a future techtopia, from the chains that
bind children to beds and looms and from the everyday fear of
starvation -- as well as an internalized notion of what constitutes
social success or failure -- that binds us to wage slavery. The
responsibility for holding destructive institutions, systems and
culture accountable falls on each of us. We are the governors as well
as the governed...
If someone were to ask me what to do about the problems facing the world today I would say: Listen. If you listen carefully enough you will in time know exactly what to do.
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trust your
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