Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew.
This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next.
We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred,
our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us.
Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world.
And ready to fight for it.
I saw a new possibility in the sky today…..
inquiry for today~ preparing for the darkest days…..
Millions of years ago, there
pure and beautiful Nothing. There
was no thing
in it, no star, no wind,
no light, no word, no broken heart.
But a time came when perfect,
was to vanish forever. Something was
about to be.
Suddenly, there it was. Something,
king of everything. Killer of ancient,
beautiful Nothing. There was
till Nothing screamed a death
that scream is still screaming, an
expanding ring into the universe
that will never end.
Nothing is dead…