In Britain, the first six months of the Second World War became known as the ‘phoney war’ because at that point there was no fighting and the conflict seemed unreal. In spite of all the news reporting, I sense in Britain today a ‘phoney calm’ that belies the seriousness of these inexorable trends." (Article)
Oh and start a vegetable garden as soon as possible, because it may help protect against experiencing real hunger, hunger not felt in this country for many decades. We are not far from crunch time.
We are nine meals away from anarchy.
This article explains more and explains it well: Planet Crunch
Maybe I should write in a more gentle manner, but there is no point, there will be no more gentle reminders from here on in, the world will not be gentle with us. We must find our positivity in life, find positive ways of living, love is always possible, joy can always be found. But what is the point in tying pretty ribbons on rabid dog. IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS, it is a lack of awareness, and having a lack of awareness not only leads to suffering, it leaves you in a worse place to be able to deal with suffering - which kinda reminds me of a poem...
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
~ Portia Nelson ~
Chapter 1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down another street.
My thoughts: walk down another street~ Portia Nelson ~
Chapter 1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down another street.
Your thoughts?
yes, starting a vegetable garden would be the smart thing to do.
ReplyDeleteyes, people will probably survive (and if we don't, we don't), yet I'm not sure they will learn. well I can only hope.
about that poem! The first time I read it I understood a completely other thing! I thought that when you walk down another street (at the end), there will be a hole in that, too! that you'll play the whole scenario again and again, you know? you never know if the other street is safe either. maybe there will be a post on the way and you'll bang into it. then find another street. :)
Haha, yes that is very true, I never thought of that!
ReplyDeleteBut I reckon once you learnt about potential pitfalls on the first street you will be more aware of such things in another street! But yeah I see walking down the other street as being in a place where you don't even have to avoid pitfalls - a completely different way of being