Open Our Eyes
This latte art is bleeding.
This muffin is rotting.
These strings are breaking.
This dream is cracking.
Mined from a hole in the ground to make a tasty treat. Pulled from a tropic tree, peeled, dried and ground to make a tasty drink. The sweet white tossed away, the purple insides left to rot and dried to make a fancy centerpiece and endless junk to eat. Poison from the depths pulled up a straw to fuel my car. Rare and hard to get little shards of metal so I can watch a video on my flashy new device.
Fire bound up in a wire so we hope it won't burn us anymore.
Do we even know we're still being burned? Do we even know where all of this comes from? Do we know the origins of our wealth? Do we know how we get what we have?
An entire nation of poor bent over to do our labor, to build our easy costs, to make our minds go numb, to stretch our bellies out.
We tout local, organic, free-trade, green, sustainable, eco-friendly, small farms these days. But do we realise the impossibility of what we ask for? The unreasonable cost that we are incurring just so we can smile and pat ourselves on the back? Just so we can fill our addictions to the drugs we think are most attractive and convenient?
Mile after mile and stretch after stretch and place after place all across this planet, we corrupt. We tear to shreds. We take what we want to fill no other purpose than a selfish instant self-pleasure.
And yet, we could live so much better. If we worked, we would be well. If we looked, we would find. If we tried, we would have a richer way of life.
And yet, we carry on stumbling down the street - completely blind, thinking double at every turn we don't even realise that we make.
Can we do better?
I say we would be more fulfilled if we did.
We would find what we lost.
And we would want to be alive in the rain and in the wind and in the sunlight again. Our hands in the dirt and in the mud, building up for ourselves what our systems have taken away from us.
I want to ditch this technological, industrial revolution for a revolution of the human spirit. I want to ditch all these so-called benefits for all the hardships of having to build from the ground-up again. I want to ditch supermarkets for hunting, gathering, finding or cultivating for myself.
I want to ditch society for community.
Who's with me?
This muffin is rotting.
These strings are breaking.
This dream is cracking.
Mined from a hole in the ground to make a tasty treat. Pulled from a tropic tree, peeled, dried and ground to make a tasty drink. The sweet white tossed away, the purple insides left to rot and dried to make a fancy centerpiece and endless junk to eat. Poison from the depths pulled up a straw to fuel my car. Rare and hard to get little shards of metal so I can watch a video on my flashy new device.
Fire bound up in a wire so we hope it won't burn us anymore.
Do we even know we're still being burned? Do we even know where all of this comes from? Do we know the origins of our wealth? Do we know how we get what we have?
An entire nation of poor bent over to do our labor, to build our easy costs, to make our minds go numb, to stretch our bellies out.
We tout local, organic, free-trade, green, sustainable, eco-friendly, small farms these days. But do we realise the impossibility of what we ask for? The unreasonable cost that we are incurring just so we can smile and pat ourselves on the back? Just so we can fill our addictions to the drugs we think are most attractive and convenient?
Mile after mile and stretch after stretch and place after place all across this planet, we corrupt. We tear to shreds. We take what we want to fill no other purpose than a selfish instant self-pleasure.
And yet, we could live so much better. If we worked, we would be well. If we looked, we would find. If we tried, we would have a richer way of life.
And yet, we carry on stumbling down the street - completely blind, thinking double at every turn we don't even realise that we make.
Can we do better?
I say we would be more fulfilled if we did.
We would find what we lost.
And we would want to be alive in the rain and in the wind and in the sunlight again. Our hands in the dirt and in the mud, building up for ourselves what our systems have taken away from us.
I want to ditch this technological, industrial revolution for a revolution of the human spirit. I want to ditch all these so-called benefits for all the hardships of having to build from the ground-up again. I want to ditch supermarkets for hunting, gathering, finding or cultivating for myself.
I want to ditch society for community.
Who's with me?
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