Deep within the depths of my psyche lies a strange and mostly untold longing…at times I can describe it as a longing for perfection, sometimes for transcendence or for deep understanding, for peace, for solitude for friendship, for love or for forgiveness. I see this garden of wasted things in the stories told by the lines on people’s faces, the stories told by the unseen reams of project reports and evaluations stacked up in vast lifeless file rooms; experts spewing forth exactitudes in chorus decrying obvious patterns of inefficiency and imposing radical compliance to a miraculous new order; good folk cranking out political strategy which is ultimately of no greater value than self imposed exile, the hell we create for ourselves, the hell we choose therefore to live in.
Humanity must find better social devises which are less insidiously destructive of fundamental values.
Magpie is my way of building personal guideposts to to direct the support of a multidimensional balance of human life; guideposts which can serve as a framework for evaluating the parameters of human endeavors within which human life remains viable.
Society can be destroyed - becoming a garden of wasted things - when it extinguishes the free use of natural ability when it people are isolated from each other and locked into a man-made shell, when the texture of community is undermined by promoting extreme social polarization and splintering specialization, or when cancerous acceleration enforces social change at a rate that rules out legal, cultural, and political precedents as formal guidelines to present behaviour. Corporate endeavors which thus threaten society cannot be tolerated. At this point it becomes irrelevant whether an enterprise is nominally owned by individuals, corporations, or the slate, because no form of management can make such fundamental destruction serve a social purpose.
The Pandemic as a Catalyst for Institutional Innovation
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The following essay is adapted from a talk given on May 5 at Radical May, a
month-long series of events hosted by a consortium of fifty-plus book
publish...
3 years ago
This is from your link above: " ... bureaucrats wrapped in the smug piety of social work." We continue the elusive hunt for more convivial tools, but meanwhile we must contend with maturity, responsibility, seriousness ... all the delusions and masks of the old world that consume human energy and rule out the discovery of new ways of being. The role of adult is a disastrous charade that excuses individuals from self examination and creation. From the President, the Prime minister to the lowly unemployed we evaluate our effectiveness and subsequently that of others based on the complexity of our image. It all seems to be compared to one master template and our self worth is coopted by our ability to ascertain and mimic that model. Our seeming diversity is judged to be so, only against that one example ... how different are we from the way we "should" be. It is so inculcated that getting past it to the ghost in the machine, the mythic self, the self that does not loathe or rate itself, the self that might truly embrace its "idiosyncracy," may prove to be as chimeric as the search for god. Whatever you do stay off the SSRIs.
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