Fight fire with fire
And the world is burning.
Fight fire with water
And the world keeps turning…
Spontaneous Internal Combustion.
You may have heard of the phenomenon?
It can now be regarded as the final death-knell for the Theory of Evolution by Natural Selection.
It is hardly likely that any ‘new species’ would simultaneously errupt on the face of the planet like so many hot flushes.
Yet, once a memory is framed, and accepted, it can be true at all times and all places without ‘compunction’.
It also means, that we are born into a past that never happened,
and pass-on into a future that is real.
Does the religious life require leisure,
or the idleness of the leisured class?
Certainly, those classes have always held work to be degrading.
It is easy to see why.
Modern labour, predominantly indoors and sedentary can educate one into disbelief.
The past two-hundred years have shown us how work in heavy industry
is wont to render refinements of the soul redundant.
A generation or two after any revolution of this sort
and the very term ‘religion’ elicits only a dull, uncomprehending stare.
But could there be a correlation between religious sentiment and the natural life?
Most traditional deities slot seamlessly into the seasonal round.
And work in this realm serves to remind one of the greater cycles that govern existence.
One of which, it may be argued, is… religion.
The man who has plotted the course of science
will have discovered in its development
the key which unlocks the doors to knowledge and understanding.
Both portals have fictitious hinges and hypothetical handles.
By stepping beyond their frame our senses become subtle.
The eye reacts to ‘the new’ by immediately reproducing ‘the familiar’ as if in counter-point…
In this way can that which is ‘alien’ move secretly amongst us.
…The novel sound initially causes so much pain to the ear
that we even seek to model a foreign tongue
on our own meanings…
“Wie spate ist es?”
“What is the time?”
As if time were a mere matter of counting.
Yet, how many hours have come and gone
since the ‘beginning’ of time?
…To be involved in exceptional experiences, therefore,
is to become, in part, their inventor.
In this our art knows no bounds.
With what gusto the horizons of our world expand.
Our enthusiasm grasps at each new enigma like a child its toy.
Perhaps one day the most solemn problems of the past
will appear as mere playthings to us…
The plight of the poor.
Our treatment of animal species.
Man’s inhumanity to man.
Perhaps ‘Old Man’ will then look for new problems to amuse himself.
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