The global drama plays within me.
“American values.” “Indic revival.” “Settler colonialism.”
The deepest conflicts are conflicts of values. Of social order vs nietzchean individualism. Of nature vs technology. Surrender and desire. Of needing constraint and craving freedom. The tension of contentment and complacency. The tension of being ripped apart by cultures, by different ways of seeing. The tension of justice and forgiveness. Of reparations and letting go. Of unity and separation. Openness and immunity. The straight-and-narrow and the pathless path. Of heredity and a soul with many past lives in many races and families and countries.
Each conflict can generate a million books. And they’re all webbed together in myself and the world, I feel it every day, working itself out within me, a little cell in the cosmic mind.
What gives me solace: every path works. Humanity is meant to be diverse. To be thrown into life totally lost is a problem with many solutions. Be who you are and find your own slice of reality. Maybe you fall in love with a view. Maybe you make your own.