Read any of the comments, all of which parrot the same “how dare they!” sentiment, and you’ll observe a captured audience. Many of them even…
It’s all bullshit. If and when you start digging into anything and everything significant that seemed to occur in these past months — and perhaps years, decades or centuries — nothing about it is genuine. It’s all someone’s hidden influence, someone’s fiction, or someone’s delusion of shaping the world in their image.
This strange, infuriating, exhausting, personally expansive, psychologically challenging, emotionally maturing and character alchemizing year has been one for the books. Perhaps you can relate.
When we buy in to the synthetic, superficial ideas of our material world, to swear by and live by them, we may forever be misled by the perception of the complicated nature of things. That, to me, is Scientism run amok.
There’s a light rain, on a bracing October morning in the Oceanside region. It’s Thanksgiving weekend in Canada. I chose to stay on the island, rather than trek back to the mainland. There’s an air of strangeness and uncertainty this month that made me feel it wiser to stay put.