weaning from the breast of the “other mother”
Perhaps the greatest gift one could ever hope to be blessed by. Yet the stagnations of localised patterns are not always possible to escape. Our drastically stratified global community is by-and-large castrated in its ability to see the diversity of our planetary and social environments: a plight breaking my heart and fuelling my rage.
However, I also find my blood freezing with disappointment when I see a vast, capable majority of people extinguishing any chance to explore the Earth and enrich their brief human existences. They flop around like maggots, instead swallowing a culture of fear, complacency, sensationalism and ego. Pursuing the dreams they’re fed, our brothers and sisters amble slowly; surely into nothing more than a mere mirage created by blissful ignorance.