Where can a writing on something political begin? Surely not focused on great political leaders with the delusions that a few powerful people wield all the power and the story unfolds as their whims dart across the landscape where the lesser insects dwell. Nay, not the great man theory of history, for great men whom also wield power is dubious, and would anyways be next to impossible to identify, and fruitless nonetheless. Then what? The class theory of peoples who claim different degrees of property, from vast holdings to mere mass produced trinkets? Nay to this too—though such a neo-marxist undertaking would be venerable/applaudable—for it is too simple for our age, or perhaps rather, our age has become too simple for it.
We could say we are all too variable and on too many shifting paradigms, that a sociologist looking to analyze us would never be ADHD enough to keep up with our shifting technological society and the frequent off-shootings of cliques and resonances that come and go with an upgrade to a smart phone. This grasping for a post-modern explanation of the current political fogginess is a lazyman’s false idol. Why not just let Jesus bear the burden while we relax our guard and assume that events are part of some larger play of force, too big for any of us to make an impact upon because we are all just too different? “Our differences are different, and even our similarities are different.”
It is hard not to fall into this trap, and the only clear way I see is TO NOT ANALYZE THE POLITICAL PRESENT. Too much analysis and practices akin to analysis have weakened and particularized society from a once rich tapestry with harmonious strings, to a war fraught rag where there are neither allies nor foes, just confusion and non-microbial driven decay.
Perhaps I have already wasted too much text on the present, and in this paragraph I will here say that it is “the future”, but more accurately “a” future, that I would like to talk about. There is currently no good beginning from which to launch a political program. An end must be sought, and from this end we can let roots grow down into the present, vines from which we can swing ourselves out of this ObaMadofFacebooKremlin muck that isn’t worth a newspaper nor a future history tome to offer explanation.
So where to find this future? The best page to look at in such a worthy history book is the first. The first page, where we begin our tinkerings in agriculture and left behind our nomadic understudy of nature. It is back to these days we must ponder, when we stopped being a part of nature, and cut down a tree and made paper to write about nature. So followed our thinking that nature was no longer fit to seed itself, we were obviously chosen to do this (and questions of who chose us to do these tasks soon followed). Nature’s great child would now do the seeding, masturbating its various species, and picking mating partners for superficial qualities that blind vision and deaf hearing spoke to. Nature became the ignored parent, estranged at first, but the road has been long and darkening, the asphalt layers thicker and thicker. A helicopter ride reveals the varicose veins—the plaque, as ecosystems are actively marred. In this “post” industrial age it is to the point of nature being daily abused and systematical tortured and disfigured by a warped and deeply disturbed child. No child in the history of the earth has been so disturbed as the human species.
But lo! For I have strayed from a future and from a promise I made, something we all too often have done and will continue to do for it has become our second nature. We must accept this part of us for the present, and guard against its happening too frequently, as we seek to build a future, a future which includes us. Our agricultural beginnings were fraught with perils, most deeply that we put ourselves as master and nature as slave. Let’s this time change both the roles and the whole relationship, and put ourselves as student and nature as teacher. I am speaking of the permaculture future, where we as humans have small but important jobs as laying macro-landscapes to create microclimates where we let nature fruit to its fullest. We leave behind the follies of delving into depths smaller than our naked eyes can see, for these have brought great misery, as too have the extremes of macro-organization that went beyond our own bodies’ abilities to shape materials and required a machine to implement. The best way to dig ourselves out of our current problems—cultural, mental, environmental, and you fill in the rest—is to dig in to the world of permaculture that relieves us from the weight of the world we put on ourselves to manage.