“We preach values of hard work and reestraint while painting utopian pictures of unlimited consumption without either work or restraint.”—E.F Schumacher, Small is Beautiful
God, humans, and toil
The
god of Genesis instructs humans:
Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moves upon the earth. Gen. 1: 28
The Lord God sent him forth from the Garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken. Gen. 2:23
This dichotomy is not one of
humans in control and in conflict with nature, but rather the two passages
represent gods a way of making humans realize they were a part of
the world. Abundance is there, but work is the cost of abundance. We humans
still live in the Garden, live on the ground from which we have sprung.
Since the god of Genesis
made humans from the soil of the Garden, when it sent us forth from the
Garden to till the ground whence we were taken, it merely turned Paradise
from leisure to toil. It was not punishment but a blessing, one that made
humans even greater than gods because gods could not grow stronger from
work, nor could they grow in wisdom or love (or conversely, ignorance
and hatred) from work. The god that meant to punish us underestimated
the gifts of intelligence and skill we used to figure out how to
bring forth fruit from the lands from which we had sprung.
Unfortunately, our redemption was also our burden. In figuring things out, we began to believe we were in charge, and that the natural world was not a part of us, nor we a part of it. We were mistaken, however, on several counts, not the least of which that God was a human-like man or that our ancestors were human like us.
In short, we accepted the notion that the natural world lies outside of us, that we are somehow in charge of it. We have forgotten that we are the same stuffan assortment of minerals, compounds, and electrical chargesin different forms. Whether we accept it or not, in changing the natural world, it changes us. It builds in us more than muscle and callus. Its changes our personalities, our definitions of self, our perspectives of our own pasts and where we stand in our present. It shapes our species even as we think we shape it.
Poetry
visualizations
By Patrick E. Faulstich
Close your eyes
Close them tight
Turn on your mind
Turn off the night
You know what to do
Just give it a try
Don't make an excuse
Like the ones we live by
The circles, the shapes
They can be anything
A cold mountain lake
Or a bright diamond ring
It's hard to see through
The anger and hate
So leave them behind
Tomorrow's too late
The things that you find
When you take time to see
Are easy to rhyme
When you set your mind free
The subjects don't matter
Nor the dreams you desire
Just the emotions in me
And the thoughts they inspire
What are they then
If their not what they seem
Poetry visualizations
A minds right to dream
It won't change the world
But it is fun to try
Those pictures in rhythm
Inside the mind's eye
This week at the spread

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