Calamitous events of recent times, both near and far, have given me pause in these latter days of 2021. They might have for you too.
I find myself feeling a deep knowing, as though it comes from far enough within me that it might even be reflected on my DNA. It has certainly reflected on my Spirit.
The civilisations that have grown and thrived all over our world since the Industrial Revolution, are now seeing their Days of Autumn slide into Winter’s embrace.
It is the way of all living things, this birth, growth, decay and death. And are not our civilisations living, breathing entities as well? The Macro reflecting the Micro?
Our species has been here many, many times before. More times than even the most ardent of archeologists can only find mere remnants of.
The great city-states of Mesopotamia, Central America, Asia, Africa, and elsewhere, all rose to great heights, and all, finally, fell into ruin. It is only hubris that leads us to believe we will end differently.
Perhaps because our world actually does encompass the entire world, and not the ‘known’ world of those times, we have been provided with a unique time-scale.
Will we collapse on the swords of this mess we’ve created and leave our descendants to scrabble among the ruins of their forbears?
It’s happened before.
Or will we reach the stars, whether they be metaphorical or literal?
And has that happened before too?
I found inspiration for this post in the series, ‘Fall Of Civilizations’, on YouTube. It’s well worth a look.