The underlands. The watery and silent worlds within our own. The places of our ancestors and their holy worlds. The dark places, that hold those we’ve lost, those we’ve loved. The places we burry our secrets and our poisons. The detrius of our civilizations and the manifestations of our undoing. The underlands are a terrain…
The Earth itself is in revolt. The Earth itself is rising against its destroyers.” — Donna Haraway I was reading ‘The Visionaries: Arendt, Beavoir, Rand, Weil, And The Power Of Philosophy In Dark Times’ by Wolfram Eilenberger when it suddenly hit me. … Philosophy isn’t about what you believe or even a so-called ‘love of…
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Tom Hirons, one of my favorite poets for his poem ‘Sometimes A Wild God’, wrote a statement the other day about leaving social media to write his next book. In it he calls empire, ‘the Devouring one’ and I couldn’t think of a better way to describe our current culture. We become insatiable whether for…