SYNAPTIC RUMINATIONS

SHARP CORNER ON OUR ROAD

From time to time I like to luxuriate in a wee rant. So, here it is.

​I was ruminating, one fine morning, as I hiked up our road, about just how many human synapses were firing off at this moment in which time my synapses were attempting to calculate this futile and impossible calculation.  WHEW!

WALKING AROUND SHARP CORNER

I also wondered why some of these electrical sparks produce ideas which can stick, like crazy glue, to other human synaptic thought producers? Inspiring some folks to baa, baa and blather on. Setting human herds off to studying these ideas, tweaking them, espousing them and writing thesis about them until, ‘you’re up cowboy,’ along comes another powerful synaptic onslaught with a whole different belief system firing out of some other particular neurological gray matter. Producing another herd that is full of certainty. Examples: “Make America Great Again. Elvis is still alive. The world is cucumber shaped”. Do you know that some of these ideas have given some people the intellectual DTs? 

FOX DOING ITS BUSINESS

FOX SCRATCHING

And some of these conceptions produce moral or mental oblivion. No logical synaptic connections are made when proof-in-the-pudding-phenomenon occur. Hurricanes that are more powerful, the oceans heating up at an alarming rate, larger and more violent forest fires, and just recently, food banks for government workers who work for the most powerful country in the world, climate change deniers, people who declare themselves to be saved and ready for heaven who consider morality to be the most important attribute of the righteous. And yet, many of these shiny-clean-rapture-prepared-persons are willing to hire the devil to get their righteous ideologies etched into the end of history. They believe “the ends do justify the means” and to hell with the innocents. Human and otherwise.

SCAMPERING COYOTE

WATCHING COYOTE

And, one of the reasons I am so troubled and angry about the abuse of the environment is because it is in observing the beauty around me and the wild critters that live nearby, that I find some of the answers that are buried in the muck hole onslaught of human rationalizations. For example, the hushing sound of the river helps me stay ‘almost sane’ and to understand that most fools on the hill are no fools. That most town idiots are no idiots. That most silly looking misfits, are no silly looking misfits.

SOME MOUNTAINS FOR FOOLS

“Knowledge was inherent in all things. The world was a library” 
     Chief Luther Standing Bear, The Wisdom Of the Native Americans

The world’s beauty and diversity is worth fighting for. In this day and age it is also the intrinsically and logically right thing to do. No need for a God or a king or queen to decree such and such, although I’m all for laws that will help. 
The fantastic, unbelievable complexity of our universe should humble us and make us starkly aware that we must be standing with nature and our ecosystems and not against them.

OUR PAPER BOY

And GREED. It amazes me how the accumulation of money has been turned into a moral law. Has been made to appear as a righteous action. This mind-set supported by philosophies that maintain their phoney authenticity by being buried under a saturated blanket of complex theoretical deceptions.

​Thus endeth my rant. WHEW!

WINTER BROOK ABSTRACT