Spring is a promise of summer to come
—–in the midst of the ice and the snow
As you shovel and scrape with the wind in your face,
—–think of fields where the wildflowers grow
Do you really imagine that life would be grand
—–if your days were no work and all play?
Then move to LA.
He who possesses liberty otherwise than as an aspiration possesses it soulless, dead. One of the qualities of liberty is that, as long as it is being striven after, it goes on expanding. Therefore, the man who stands still in the midst of the struggle and says, “I have it,” merely shows by so doing that he has just lost it.
Now this very contentedness in the possession of a dead liberty is characteristic of the so-called State, and, as I have said, it is not a good characteristic. No doubt the franchise, self-taxation, etc., are benefits — but to whom? To the citizen, not to the individual. Now, reason does not imperatively demand that the individual should be a citizen. Far from it. The State is the curse of the individual. With what is Prussia’s political strength bought? With the absorption of the individual in the political and geographical idea. The waiter is the best soldier.
—Henrik Ibsen, born this day in 1828
Ibsen goes on to make a prophesy about the State of Israel. I leave it to you to judge whether it has come true.
And on the other hand, take the Jewish people, the aristocracy of the human race — how is it they have kept their place apart, their poetical halo, amid surroundings of coarse cruelty? By having no State to burden them. Had they remained in Palestine, they would long ago have lost their individuality in the process of their State’s construction, like all other nations.
Then he proceeds to define anarchism, ahead of his time…but also to make a romantic statement about our untapped potential:
Away with the State! I will take part in that revolution. Undermine the whole conception of a State, declare free choice and spiritual kinship to be the only all-important conditions of any union, and you will have the commencement of a liberty that is worth something. Changes in forms of government are pettifogging affairs — a degree less or a degree more, mere foolishness. The State has its root in time, and will ripe and rot in time. Greater things than it will fall — religion, for example. Neither moral conceptions nor art-forms have an eternity before them. How much are we really in duty bound to pin our faith to? Who will guarantee me that on Jupiter two and two do not make five?
Unrelated – here’s another side of Ibsen:
I feel myself like God’s lost prodigal;
I left Him for the world’s delusive charms.
With mild reproof He wooed me to his arms;
And when I come, He lights the vaulted hall,
Prepares a banquet for the son restored,
And makes His noblest creature my reward.
From this time forth I’ll never leave that Light, —
But stand its armed defender in the fight;
Nothing shall part us, and our life shall prove
A song of glory to triumphant love!
The idea that money is value is true on the individual level, true for you and me. But it’s not true for a nation or for a bank. Nations and banks can create money, though they create no value in the process. The value of money depends on confidence, and economic crises are almost always created by a panic rather than a real loss.
A generation before John Maynard Keynes, Silvio Gesell figured all this out, and figured too that banks were manipulating the money supply for their own advantage, not for the public good. His book, The Natural Economic Order, contains truths that are being kept from us even now by those who control the creation of money, and want to hold on to that control.
Silvio Gesell was born on St Patty’s day in 1862.
Tardigrades are a phylum of organism, near the limit of visibility, some fraction of a millimeter long. They are adapted to every environment on earth, can survive at the bottom of an ocean or the top of a mountain. They can dehydrate and go into suspended animation for a month at a time. They have been found in clouds and in hot springs and in the coldest places we know.
They have been around since the first multi-celled animals, about 500 million years ago, and they are likely to still be around 500 million years from now. In fact, they are so hardy that people who believe life came to earth from elsewhere, hitchhiking on meteors, cite tardigrades as a possible seed organism from space.
Tardigrades have their own phylum, which means that they are not closely related to insects or to worms or spiders or hydras—they’re tardigrades.
Live Science Article 7-minute video
No eyes and a roto-rooter mouth—not too pretty, but hey—what do you imagine they think of us?
“When we realize that we are responsible to all men for all and everything, for all human sins, national and individual, only then the aim of our seclusion is attained. For know, dear ones, that every one of us is undoubtedly responsible for all men and everything on earth, not merely through the general sinfulness of creation, but each one personally for all mankind and every individual man. This knowledge is the crown of life for the monk and for every man. For monks are not a special sort of men, but only what all men ought to be. Only through that knowledge, our heart grows soft with infinite, universal, inexhaustible love. Then every one of you will have the power to win over the whole world by love and to wash away the sins of the world with your tears…. Be proud neither to the little nor to the great. Hate not those who reject you, who insult you, who abuse and slander you. Hate not the atheists, the teachers of evil, the materialists—and I mean not only the good ones—for there are many good ones among them, especially in our day—hate not even the wicked ones. Remember them in your prayers thus: ‘Save, O Lord, all those who have none to pray for them, save too all those who will not pray.’”
— Words of the Elder, from his farewell to the cloistered monks, in The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky
It seems absurd, and worse a potential for life-long self-shaming. Yet, there is something empowering in this stance, taking responsibility for all without limits. Remember that it is not only all the evil in the world for which we take responsibility, but also all the good. Thich Nhat Hahn* recommends something similar. Only then can we expand to embody the full range of our powers.
Head of a Franciscan Monk, by Pieter Paul Rubens
*Do not kill. Do not let others kill. Find whatever means possible to protect life and prevent war.
— #12 from the Fourteen Precepts of Thich Nhat Hanh
In my old-fashioned opinion, much of the art of the 20th Century was about meaninglessness of life and the arbitrariness of the world we live in. This frame of mind touched literature, painting, music, sculpture, dance, and theater. Sanctioned responses included despair, depression, rebellion, hedonism, (at best) a detached, wry snicker, (at worst) violence. It is the art of cynicism.
Where is the art that celebrates the hearts of beautiful people, and the splendor of the planet we live on?
Where? I’m glad you asked. You have to look no further than Yann Arthus-Bertrand for art that makes you glad to be human, makes you want to reach out and hear the stories of 7 billion heroic human souls, inspires you to rise up and protect our living Gaia.
Arthus-Bertrand’s most inspiring work is shared freely on the internet.
Yann-Arthus Bertrand was born this day in 1946
Some say that trees have sentience and an inner life, perhaps one in which a moment of time is hours or days in length. Maybe
Trees have something like a nervous system, sending electric signals from leaves to the trunk and back.
Farmer’s study doesn’t mean that plants have neurons, or brains, or anything like the systems that animals use to communicate. We don’t do justice to them when we try to put their fascinating, alien biology into human terms, he said. But we may have dramatically underestimated their capabilities. As researchers begin to learn the language of plants, they are starting to get a whole new view of the leafy green world we live in. — Quanta Magazine
Trees talk to each other underground and exchange nutrients via fungal webs, sometimes with unrelated trees of an entirely different species. New Yorker article
Trees communicate with one other via pheromones in the air, tiny quantities of powerful signal molecules that can warn of disease or insect invasion. Youtube video
Whether or not they can return our love, many of us find it easy to be sentimental about trees. Trees can be majestic.
Trees are patient and persistent. Trees are courageous and long-suffering. Trees can be beautiful. Trees can be poignant and contorted.
Wind-swept Jeffrey Pine
Trees can entwine with one another in a life-long embrace.
In Melbourne, people write love letters to trees.
Happy Arbor Day.