On the Ruptured Connection to the Infinite

Until we reestablish our ruptured connection to the infinite - whose portal, as William Blake reminded us, may be a lowly grain of sand - we will just be passing through phases of dullness, estrangement, bewilderment & mania. We came to be through the life spark – the animating motherfather force present in all beings, all landscapes and pulsing through the deepest infinity of space. Until we know this again & experience it as we walk through the world, we will remain the lost species - condemned to the solitude of a self-forged exile.

There is a great urge rising up within us to reclaim what has been stolen: our connection to ourselves, to each other and to the other than human world and the attendant knowledge that spirit is infusing all. Occasionally, I am perceived as pessimistic because I don't find hope in the proffering of "solutions" that simply want to tinker with what I consider to be a very obvious death drive system built upon miserablism. To me, such a posture is not pessimistic; it is, rather, not settling for crumbs dropped from the table. And the time for contentment with the crumbs dropped from the mouths of those who care about absolutely nothing has long passed.