Shu, I think you'll find the obit on the death of Adam Zagajewski truly newsworthy. Hopefully, folks can find a route around the paywall.Soul_of_Shu wrote: ↑Wed Mar 24, 2021 11:04 am Just some further thoughts on this ... I very much doubt, given the level of thinking in this forum, that anyone here would dispute, or need be constantly reminded, that dysfunctional, us-vs-them politics as usual, as a function of a deprived and foundering paradigm, is clearly not serving us well. And as can be readily observed and shared, if one needs any blatant examples of this then just read or watch the mainstream news on any given day, never mind it being copied-and-pasted all over social media by the second. Surely there are valid articles to be written and read, and discussions to be had, about how a given metaphysical premise can have implications with respect to addressing the above ~ e.g. how might a paradigm based in the primacy and unicity of consciousness make some significant difference, or not as the case may be? And so those would be the kind of metaphysically nuanced articles I feel would be most pertinent to share here, rather than just rebroadcasting yet another glaring example of what's not working, coming from a perspective still deeply mired in the mindset at the core of the problematic 'news', however well researched it may be.
As an offering of such a nuanced article, resonated or argued with, consider this ... Source Temple and the Great Reset
Here's a taste of the poet:
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June's long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You've seen the refugees going nowhere,
you've heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth's scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.