A strange combination of wonderment and guilt are today’s companions. Having allowed myself time to just sit, in the silence of the living room, looking out onto the garden, my mind is once again filled with the question, why is there something rather than nothing? Because there is something, imagining nothing (or a non/state of nothingness) seems impossible – I find myself watching the clouds slowly drift by and, I’m lost in wonder.
To be honest, most of my life these days is spent in some kind of wonderment and, it is because of (rather than in spite of) this appreciation of the wondrous awesomeness of life that I cannot avoid being committed to issues of social justice and hence politics. There must be an alternative to people being bogged down in the vicious cycle of wage slavery and debt; the world has a sufficiency of resources for everyone to be able to enjoy leisure time without being wearied and overburdened about how to acheive even a subsistence lifestyle.
But, you may well ask, where does the guilt enter the equation? It’s that old protestant work ethic no doubt – how can I justify stting doing nothing rather than taking some positive action? The straight answer is that I don’t need to justify it but, the guilt remains anyway, ignoring the logic of my answer.
a new poem, or at least working draft, RESTLESS NIGHT, has been posted by yours truly on ‘Archive Mined & Freshly Spun’.