A Place to Find Order in a Chaotic Existence

TRMS brings T-Ruth about RBG.

COVID-19 kills more than 200,000 Americans in seven months.

"Proud Boys" and "Antifa" factions gather in Portland.

Earth’s CLIMATE is in turmoil.

“Just turn off the news!” I shout to myself.

"Is ignorance bliss?"

Then I recollect RBG’s response to a question about our seemingly dark times. Taking a view from 30,000 feet, she recalls living through the Holocaust, WWII, Stalinism, McCarthyism, and she optimistically states that the pendulum will swing back to a more civil existence.

Before Life and After

A time there was – as one may guess

And as, indeed, earth's testimonies tell –

Before the birth of consciousness,

When all went well.

None suffered sickness, love, or loss,

None knew regret, starved hope, or heart-burnings;

None cared whatever crash or cross

Brought wrack to things.

If something ceased, no tongue bewailed,

If something winced and waned, no heart was wrung;

If brightness dimmed, and dark prevailed, No sense was stung.

But the disease of feeling germed,

And primal rightness took the tinct of wrong;

Ere nescience shall be reaffirmed

How long, how long?

-Thomas Hardy

When I think about the terms chaos, creativity, and imagination, I see them as a three-stroke engine of some sort. Each impels and runs the other and sets up a reinforcing cycle that stabilizes organisms and conserves processes caught up in the process of being. This is a self-synergizing engine whose power emerges out of chaos, moves through creativity, travels into the imagination, returns back into chaos, then extends out into creativity, and so on. It operates on many levels simultaneously… Chaos is not something that degrades information and is somehow the enemy of order, but rather it is something that is the birthplace of order.

-Terence McKenna, ethnobotanist (1946-2000)

Merry Mount, located on Junk Road, is a place of great beauty, and for the most part a peaceful place. I attempt to be creative. I cultivate my imagination and am amazed by the imaginations of the twins. I denounce anarchy. I seek and find solace here, and, therefore, leave you with these words:

Chaos is a field

In which every kind of seed is sown.

From this field of consciousness

Grows all manifestations of order.

CPW