Ain’t it hard when you discover that (he, she, or, it) isn’t really where it’s at?
I read yesterday that half the people in America couldn’t come up with $2000 unless they borrowed it.
In 1975 the average size of an American home was about 1500 square feet and the average cost of a new car was about $6000. Today the average size of a new home is 2500 square feet and a car costs about $31,000. Wages during that 38 year span have not risen at all if you factor in inflation.
As of today it is estimated that America spends approximately half a trillion dollars a year treating depression.
Feeling like crap and having little or no hope for the future appears to be the biggest growth industry in America.
Cicero said that all a person really needs is a garden and a library. Somehow, people got the idea that to make things even better planting and harvesting must increase in efficiency until the labor of gardening wasn’t at all fun any more. But it was progress and progress has to be good. Our friend John Schumaker writes… “The presence of the single ruling motivation destroys all ability to concentrate on anything else.” The very process of believing precludes acknowledgement of contrary information. What we believe, on borrowed opinion, is that happiness is to be found “out there”. We are consumers of products, images, symbols, icons and manufactured reality itself. Lacking fundamental knowledge and understanding… an inward journey is impossible. There is simply nowhere to go.
Bertrand Russell said… “Men fear thought more than they fear anything else on earth… more than ruin, more even than death.”
I think he was right.
I think America has reached the point where just thinking about the mess we have made of the world is toxic. We must think of other things and divert ourselves from the obvious. We must inflate denial like a big balloon… BIGGER and BIGGER and BIGGER! We must twist our faces up into that look one gets when one knows the balloon is about to burst … and keep them twisted up permanently if we are to be in keeping with what passes for American culture.
…Or, we can turn our backs on it, as best we can, and strike off on our own.
Whenever I used to ask my grandmother’s advice on something risky, or, out of the ordinary she would always say… “You know… you are going to be dead a LONG time.”
It’s very wet in Dixie
The flowers are magnificent.
My maters got the early blight, but, the string beans keep-a-coming.