The stories we live by in a society, and as a civilization, are a cross-pollination of narratives, derived from age-old belief systems, traditions, rituals, religions and literature, tempered and adapted organically by modern epistemology, pedagogy, philosophy, cultural context and the purely experiential. There’s an inherent, and perhaps predictable narrowing, or reduction, of the “allowable” within these structures. And because of an inevitable tendency toward identity and ideology, our struggles individually and socially arise as and when this unconscious mechanism is either unwittingly or deliberately used against us.
All of the issues and concerns we have in a lifetime arise from a concatenation (linked events, ideas, concepts, experiences) of innumerable moments and happenings. Nothing occurs because of one detail, as every second of living encompasses billions of nuances we could never quantify.
2020 will for some years be looked at as a milestone, a turning point, or the beginning of another new age. As we drift forward in months and years, our perception will clarify as the truth of recent events are revealed, for those willing to see it. Practiced, controlled and distorted narratives will be challenged, and the greater reasons for everything this epochal moment means to us individually and as a collective will emerge.
I was walking on the beach at low tide the other day, amazed at how much sandy goodness hides under all that salty brine. I came across five large words scrawled in the sand: vax, mask, distance, calm, care. I wish I’d take a photo of it, because it was amusing, annoying and infuriating all at the same time.