Let this be a place where you can snuggle up to the kinder side of human emotions. I’ve lived long enough to sour on the unimaginable pleasures of anything “new and improved”. They are hard to imagine for a reason. Human beings once lived cosy homes open to their neighbors so they knew enough to be useful, with enough space for everyone to have a bed, room to cook and eat, and room to relax and play on a rainy day. We bought the need for thousands of square feet, luxury appointments, rooms just for the dusting, and acres of bathroom.
Unfortunately for the traveling Medecine Man, I have tasted the snake poison of a thousand miracle merchants who peddle the impossible impossible dream.
They are equipped with loud tongues, arms that flail windmills, and swift feet to stay ahead of the gullible’s dawning realization of their victimhood. They leave a weary and bad taste in my mouth. Had it made us happy, we’d have quit the race and enjoyed our life. The rat race algorithm is tuned to increase our desires along with our accomplishments. And, don’t forget the race is named after rats.
Let this be a place where the myths that birthed our past rest in peace so we may create new myths that renew our spirit. For the old myths live and have lived in the lives of our ancestors and die along with them, leaving us free to carve unhewn boulder futures. You can also expect wordplay here.