Yesterday, I saw a blue jay and two mocking birds, perched on a branch outside my window. I gazed upon them with a sense of awe. They were checking out the opportunities opened up by the absence of the human presence. No noise, traffic, empty streets, people indoors, out of site. I could almost hear them thinking. We have to get ready for Spring.
Later in the day, I noticed two doves, with twigs in their beaks, flying in tandem, towards an unknown destination, somewhere in the large courtyard, that I watch, like Jimmy Stewart did, in Hitchcock’s Rear Window. There is no human activity, just the birds going crazy with excitement, even as Spring has not arrived, yet, the air is cold and damp, the trees still bare. I also saw a robin, I am delighted to see a wider variety of birds than I saw last year.
I read that dolphins, fish, and swans are majestically re-appearing, after a long absence, from the Canals of Venice, where the Corana has hit the humans with a terrible vengeance. Unable to pollute with wild abandon, the humans are paying a high price but the waters have become clear and other than human life is re-emerging.
I am finding a new sobriety is starting to emerge, out of the nonsense, that Klein clearly articulates. We are not all so incredibly stupid as the clowns in Washington DC think we are. The Masters depend upon the creativity of the slaves. They also need our collusion. We are a network of unequal interdependence. This will change, if we are to realize our latent potentials.
A deeper logic, that we cannot fathom, may be kicking our collective butts off the planet. It may not be one of our options that we can stay here. If some of the three billion birds that have vanished from North America, and some of the coral reef, starts to have a comeback, other than human life will be given a chance to unravel the harm done by human folly. We need to start showing them some respect.
The window of opportunity is brief. Creative, we have often been, and the case could be made that we are as destructive as we have been creative.
Self-generated metaphor is what I believe the best of the human mind rides upon. If in the the next few months, enough of us can make use of the pattern interrupts that are occurring on a grand scale and initiate a turning in a different direction, we can make a difference that will make a difference. The time and energy many of us have given to this effort may not have been in vain, even if we fail.
I am devoting my efforts to a future humanity ( not our current late stage capitalist living dead) but the future peoples that have learned to share joint attention with the animals and microbes among us, of which we are apart.
Apart of and apart from, we who are about to die-salute you! Now is the time to be willing to cut the crap and open up to the impossible dream. The window of opportunity that is opening up will be very brief. As I consider myself an initiate into the Bird Kingdom, I feel I have nothing to lose, and much to gain. Farewell bipedalism and the false moves of a species run amok. I am ready to spread my wings upon the winds of time, of real time, and leave this culture of corpses behind.