Revelation

Of myself I have made a discovery. There is, in my innermost self, a desire to escape this time and place within which I have been cast and bound. For this world wherein my life plays itself out is a pitiful stage indeed. A land of desire and decadence. I time when discovery of new things is met with complacency. That which is new is no longer new but like unto that which was discovered the month of last. The evils of the world are met with apathy or encouragement. “Wonderment” is word never used but “popular” is over-said. We travel to places dangerous and deathly as tourist stops. As though the planet were simply a picture book, to be mused over by those who have not yet been and then turn the page. “Dangerous” is now a word used to describe other people and not the beast of the wild. A time once was when men went out to sea to pit themselves against those great monstrosities of the deep called the whale. Why? For sport? To mount fins on their walls? Nay. To dig into their great heads and bring home oil used for the everyday lives of others. Are there professions today with risks attached? Yes indeed, but the difference is, we have strove to tame the world around us so that dangers are caused by human error, not by the might of the sea nor the beasts of the earth. The whalers of time long past went to the depths to hunt their quarry for centuries if not millennia, and yet they died constantly. They respected the power of those that they sought after and the depths that concealed them. Now, man does not respect the earth. I mean not as a sentient being that should be cared for but as a source of power that may snuff out the lives of men with a whim. Man is boastful and foolish. Our behavior, social boastfulness, and juxtaposed to that, whining, sense of entitlement and the voracity with which we pick fights is all pathetic, unnecessary, deleterious, detrimental and foolish. Hence my desire to do whatever necessary to escape. Yet a prisoner I remain of the irrevocability of time and the inexorable march of progress. Trapped.