wonderfully wild world

How wonderfully wild the world is becoming. Almost seems like we are heading into a different part of the universe and it is affecting all of us. Tis one hell of a ride deep down inside this thing in which we all must abide. All on this planet with no were to go except crazy or space. We wrestle with ourselves and each other as our little blue planet gracefully dances through our celestial stage with the casual perfection that is natures trademark. The utter indifference of the universe to our self obsession is a constant reminder of where we come from and what we are a part of. I have this sneaking suspicion that we are about to become much more aware of our own insignificance cosmically and that this may very well provide the perfect opportunity for us to exchange our desire to dominate for survival and discovery. All that we can be relatively certain of is the impermanence of our entire species. We are here, have been for a little while, and some day we will be gone; so what are we going to do with the time and place we were given? If we were to take the earth as a blank canvas, I must confess we have made a pretty horrendous mess of it so far. Still, many layers of paint can be applied in an attempt to rescue this piece of art from aimless barbarity. I can't even pretend to have a preference about what happens, the paint stokes fall where they will. Its so brutally beautiful and yet serenely stupid that you can't help but love it. Its a riddle that will drive you crazy with consciousness, but can also be really funny if you only let it. Anyway, it wouldn't be as majestic and mysterious if it all actually had an explanation. Que sera sera. Whatever will be will be, the futures not ours to see. Que sera sera.

May Day

"The universal brotherhood of man is our most precious possession."
-Mark Twain
The freedom of all is essential to my freedom.
-Mikhail Bakunin
The free expression of the hopes and aspirations of a people is the greatest and only safety in a sane society. -Emma Goldman
"It is we the workers who built these palaces and cities here in Spain and in America and everywhere. We, the workers, can build others to take their place. And better ones! We are not in the least afraid of ruins. We are going to inherit the earth; there is not the slightest doubt about that. The bourgeoisie might blast and ruin its own world before it leaves the stage of history. We carry a new world here, in our hearts. That world is growing this minute." -Buenaventura Durruti

As long as I breathe I hope. As long as I breathe I shall fight for the future, that radiant future, in which man, strong and beautiful, will become master of the drifting stream of his history and will direct it towards the boundless horizons of beauty, joy and happiness!
-Leon Trotsky
Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.
Rosa Luxemburg

Oh how we have tried and failed to free ourselves from the modern world of use and abuse. How many barricades have been sanctified by the passionate blood of workers who preferred to die in the streets rather than let their life be taken by the endless exploitation. And how many times have we thought that we were finally being led out of Egypt only to validate Camus' cynical but thus far true statement- "Every revolutionary ends up as an oppressor or a heretic". Is it destined to be like this forever? People willingly donning their chains and licking the whip for all their days in the desperate hope that it will get better, someday? Makes me wonder if maybe humanity has been tripping on power too long to give up the habit cold turkey and form a society that works for everyone. I remain somewhat optimistic that sooner or later enough people are going to get desperate enough to try some truly radical ideas. Have no clue what that will consist of, but in the unfolding of time, their are only those who tried and those who didn't; and May Day is all about honoring the countless dead who tried.