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Right, so, I was sitting at the church. In the wind. Having eaten my picnic lunch and drunk my coffee. I was thinking about how this place is a relic - of paganism and of Christianity. I was thinking about how the human-created stories about meaning, about what we should do, about what reality is, all eventually crumble. Our ethical systems, ideologies, myths, religions, histories... even science... it is all proven to be a fragile construct in the course of time and with the battering it gets from the forces of existence.


We buy into beliefs and ideas. We construct monuments and theories.


But in the end what matters is erosion, photosynthesis, metabolism, evaporation, disintegration... the natural processes that mean nothing but just ARE. And, actually that ARE-ness (their being) is the realest thing in the universe. Our constructs are castles in the sky.


And I thought about how all these ideas about what life means and how we "should" behave were created to try to make sense of the nonsensical position that we created through our prostheses (weapons and technologies) - that nonsensical position being our absurd power over other creatures. Our transition from plain citizens to stewards, owners, governors and tyrants. We had to make up stories to make up for the loss of our position in a functional system. To try to make sense of our unearned and dangerous power. To try to control our very worst impulses... eventually. But now we are at the point where the plethora of prostheses and the extent of our power and the height of our hubris are such that no story can ever come anywhere near quenching the flames of the fire of destruction our rise to power ignited.


I thought of how the human construct of ethics is a plaster on a severed limb.


I thought of a pre-ethical world. Not just or merciful. No rights or duties. No greater good. And yet no cruelty, evil, or injustice either. Just being.


And the richness and diversity of that being. The creativity and scope. A world of miraculous unfolding. Transcendence in immanence.


Then I took some pictures.



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