Seems like I have been unable to get some quiet time recently to allow me to wander off into the maze of the inner woods of my mind. Is there a path to some knowable destination in these woods? Nobody knows!
This poem resonated with me this morning.
As part of a happily discovered unexpected moment of introspection this morning, I was looking back at the number of times I have mentioned the coronavirus in my blogs the last couple of years. I was surprised at myself. It is everywhere!
At the very beginning of this particular trial by disease for humanity, I had mentioned that COVID was something that primarily impacted only our own species. The rest of this planet of ours continues on its (perhaps) merry way just like it always did, surviving despite all of the stupidity of its human inhabitants. I thought that there would be some comfort in that knowledge. Turns out that this is not the case. We have designed ourselves to worry and be concerned about primarily ourselves.
The reality that we have built for ourselves as human beings makes us all interconnected in these worries in ways that would have never even been imagined a few hundred years ago. In both good and bad ways.
We complete the metaphorical circle every year and most often come back to our starting point when it comes to human relations – the new year becomes merely a marker of the passage of time and the increase of entropy, and not the change that we profess to believe in, and perhaps may also wish to rededicate ourselves to.
I wonder what it will take for us to really remember that we are only the inhabitants of a Pale Blue Dot in the Universe, and that we are only one of the many.