Meanwhile The World Goes On

I think there's a reason we love the sound of Big Dave's voice. 

Because instinctively and without realising, we twig he's about to remind us of things that have been going on for millennia outside of our narrow realm of human bullcrap. Being reminded of nature and its might and its cleverness and its wisdom always makes me feel so much better, and makes me laugh self-mockingly at how quickly i let myself forget about it.

Gangstress Mary Oliver tells it how it is in her poem Wild Geese.

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees 
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain 
are moving across the landscapes, 
over the prairies and the deep trees, 
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
The world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.


Nature is heavy. We need to remind ourselves of that every day. We're just apes gone wrong, with massive brains, with 80-year priorities, we've evolved the cruelness to make each other suffer and the intelligence to make ourselves very sad, and the short-sightedness to believe a sense of our own superiority while we press lego blocks into a huge teeming heaving 6 billion year old sphere floating in something we can't comprehend. Because we're not clever enough.

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