Most if any of the disgust I ever digest, hardly comes from any beast other than two-legged's.
I wonder most, how we come to capture humility and when/how do we honor being humbled, living the image of beauty we were created in, birthing a freedom rather than manipulation/dominating.... because there's nothing really between us.
What makes us feel less worth?
What kind(s) of survival set-ups are out there that exemplify the very fraility of life -whether a DDT-laden land field, mercury stored in the fat tissue of fish and then the PCB breast of wombyn who cannot feed their young, ...the reverance for the sacred seems scare; that ghetto mentality echoing entitlement mantras around the globe . It's in the face of such destitution that reclaiming beauty and imagination from right there and not somewhere else that heals and keeps us going...
Maybe it's not so much that the ancients could imagine more than existed, while the moderns cannot imagine so much as exists, but that we've concealed who we really are in this web -a mere strand, no more, no less than. How did we get this far apart? How do we conspire? Can we surrender to what we cannot see?