The preoccupation with what should be is estimable only when respect for what is has been exhausted.1 Yet respect for what is does point us — to the direction from which we came — to that place and time where humans looked at the animals they killed, regarded them with reverence and never ate them except with gratitude.2
The
Hindus speak of Minahana, the little,
personal boat which must be mastered to be able to make a real contribution to Mahayana, the big boat of humanity. The
benevolent principle of socialism can be realized only when the willing-and-able
inspire the willing-to-be-carried to provide for themselves as a contribution
to the welfare of the general community. Otherwise the festering welfare-state
breeds resentment among the “burdened,” justifying their heartless usury of the
“burdens.”
The
myth of any civilization is hidden within the practice of repeating every
“fact” overheard somewhere, from the big bang theory to the big bangless
nativity gospel. While myth does provide a framework upon which to weave an
ever more complex fabric, it also creates an invisible, tautological prison the
confines of which are indescribably obvious to anyone still able to think
without words — like children, guided by instinctual genetic memory.
Having
to qualify for civilization soon intrudes on the child’s far more profound
developing curiosity in pursuit of new flavors of experience on its own. The
rules of the myth-become-fact shout louder and demand more immediate attention
until the quiet voice of instinct’s guidance is ignored or demonized for
practical expedience and passing marks.
Humans
gather to share a common interest, such as a family commune, or to share a
common enemy, like defensive victims. Acts of faith such as religion and
patriotism make belief in wishful thinking so certain of itself that
experiencing nature cannot be explained without sorting events into “good” for
God-us and “evil” for D’evil-them. In their evangelical activities, religions
and nations act defensively by preemptively converting or combating all D’evils
they imagine coming to victimize their shaky claims of superiority seen through
their reality tunnels.
If the deer is mortal, the herd is immortal
If the wolf is mortal, the pack is immortal
The best of both is assured
The best of both is assured
1
José Otega y Gasset, Meditations on
Hunting
2
Michael Pollard, Omnivore’s Dilemma
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