Now humanity is going through the biggest event since the time that bacteria formed the nucleated cell because we’re now trying to form the body of humanity around the globe. Seeing that other species matured out of a youthful competitive phase into a mature cooperative phase means everything to us now. The Darwinian story only goes to the adolescent part where there’s hostile competition. You take all you can get. You fight your enemy. You try to out-do him or try to bump him off and that’s what makes you survive. But that’s not what sustainability is all about. Sustainability happens when species learn to feed each other instead of fight each other.
You get mature ecosystems such as rainforests and prairies where you have far more cooperation than you have hostile competition. You can still have friendly competition, but that’s very different. So I see humanity doing exactly this right now. We of the Western culture who divorced ourselves from nature saying “We’re separate. That’s nature out there. Let’s see how we can exploit it to our purposes.” Interestingly, we’re the species who invented the concept of entropy and we’re the one who creates it, who deteriorates eco-systems while the other species are building them up. So we have a great deal to learn from nature and by recognizing that our conscious experience is of other beings, is of teachers in nature that we can learn from and gain hope from. If bacteria could do it without benefit of brain, can’t we do it as humans with big brains?

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends.
You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

14/12

The sparrows’ song tells no lie, 

Its’ the dusk before the dawn in which the truth is dismissed. 

Hush for my dreams they are listening, they can hear my breath, they can design my mind. 

And to this I am grateful, for as the nights pass my purpose falters. 

It’s right, you know me well, 

More than most even. 

But its’ unpleasant, as a far away train song can be. 

Take me into the spell of another season, 

another storm. 

Have I become this, what’s left of me is uncertain. 

How conventional the lines on this paper are, 

For who am I to spill this story, and who are you to listen. 

It’s I with the motive to kill and the heart to follow. 

So end this lie you say, 

But tell me , must you always navigate me. 

Deliver me. Use me. I am yours. 

This salty taste reminds me its’ endless. 

An infinite alchemy of lightness. 

I’m no longer a magic trick, 

For my purpose was not intended to entertain. 

Leave me to rust, go forth and claim your gold. 

But it’s not you who will save me, 

But I. 

-a