The audio representation of forgetting our ancestral roots predating the agricultural revolution for solo guitar.
I unabashedly recommend John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars as a book that you know and read. I am not usually in the business of putting book recommendations out on the interwebs, but that is where I found the recommendation that led me to read it and therefore I feel obliged to pass the good fortune onward.
The universe just wants to be noticed, asserts one of Green’s fictional characters, and we all strive to be noticed by the universe. I want to raise the stakes on that statement. There is, insofar, nothing that has existed permanently. Partially because permanence is still an unfinished work-in-progress, but primarily because existence is characterized by it’s limited time-frame. Everything that God has ever made as been unmade and recycled into a new project. Everything just letters being constantly reorganized into new words, sentences, paragraphs, novels. The pattern of evolution (that certain characteristics proving to be more useful tend to be repeated through gene pool strengthening), however, shows that there is something that each existence is trying to achieve. Some reason for our evolutionarily distinct species to have developed. I’m not convinced that this reason is simply survival. Our ability to wonder why, to strive for something greater, to logic our way through problems of philosophy and science seems to have gotten us into more trouble than not in terms of prolonged survival on the planet. When I think about other distinct characteristics which evolution facilitated along, however, I see that they did more than help a species survive; they helped the species to better know their world. The elongated beaks of certain warbler allowed them to more intimately know the trees from which they gathered seeds, and surviving another day (an added bonus to most evolutionary traits) allows for a another days worth of things to know.
Our ability to conceive and give names to out surroundings and fellow species, to ponder the endless thoughts surrounding the meaning of our own existence and the existence of our creator, and logic our way in and out of problems created by our desire for more may not ultimately prolong our own survival on the planet, but it sure as hell allows us to better know the universe which created us. (and also allows us to create, name, and continue create run-on sentences!) This seems to have come to be the reason I evolved to be who I am. Why I am here. My purpose in existence. (I would say our purpose (which I really believe to be true), but its not for me to decide what purpose one attributes to their own lives. The may come to know the world in a completely different manner) My greatest joy, then, comes from truly being known by myself and the rest of existence, and truly knowing everything back.
My lot in life is not to fight for a cause, but to pursue this goal of knowing with all that I do. It angers me, however, to think of the premature unmaking and destruction of things, by our hands, that may not yet have been known. It angers me, also, to think that there are those who believe they have to authority to decide what is made and unmade. So I stand up for those beliefs.
I don’t know, as of yet, my stance on the knowing of things made by people of my culture from the unmaking of things outside of us. Toxic sludge created from mountaintop removal, for example, I don’t have a strong desire to know on a deeper level. I would much rather know the mountains instead. I guess I am not the one deciding, however. Unless I am.
This is the way the world greets us every morning, whether we take the time to see it or not. The sun lights the beacons to announce another day on Earth, after every single sunset, without fail, is a sunrise. It has happened every morning since before our own dawn and will continue past the dusk of our own time on Earth. This, undoubtedly, is the image of Amazing Grace.