Last night after sunset, before the moon had risen, our dark skies revealed a few constellations for us to enjoy. From our front porch on a warm late summer night, my wife and I saw a very clear Scorpio due South of us with Libra to the West. Saturn and the bright Jupiter were up just above Sagittarius.
We shared these permanent views with countless ancestors throughout the ages, unchanged, just as they saw them in ancient times.
And we talked about how lucky we are to be so oriented in these timeless perceptions while, meanwhile, we see from afar, crowds of disoriented people, united in their disorientations, externalizing and inflicting mass confusion upon our city centers.
The confused are masters at filling the little electronic boxes we observe them through. They seem united in the conviction that the little slices of theater they present as reality represent all human experience.
But they don’t. Not at all. They are the 1%. And they don’t appear to see themselves that way. Or maybe they do know this on some unconfessed level, and that’s partly what makes them so angry.
Anyway, their clamor will eventually burn out along with them. But for now, they seem intent upon inflicting more damage before they lay down their arms.
But they’re not touching the permanent things. Not in the sky, and not in human hearts. I wish they could see the real scale of their demonstrations in the long view. They might not so eagerly inflict damages upon their surroundings and upon the people around them if they understood the true scope of things a little better.