“How can you say to your neighbor, ‘Go outside,’ while you are still extremely logged on? You hypocrite, first log off, and then you will see clearly to not be mad online.” - Matthew 7:4-5
“The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning. If you knew when you began a book what you would say at the end, do you think that you would have the courage to write it? What is true for writing and for romance is true also for life. The game is worthwhile insofar as we don’t know what will be the end.”
A coworker of mine found this truly bizarre presentation on the “30 year vision” of a huge multinational corporation, and it honestly reads like some kind of absurdist vaporwave shitpost. If you’d like to see the entire thing in all its original glory, you can find it here.
I don’t enjoy nihilistic proclamations but I always remember Bowden’s words on the stultified condition of humanity in the context of modernity.
We are an exceptional model of the human race. We no longer know how to produce food. We no longer can heal ourselves. We no longer raise our young. We have forgotten the names of the stars, fail to notice the phases of the moon. We do not know the plants and they no longer protect us. We tell ourselves we are the most powerful specimens of our kind who have ever lived. But when the lights are off we are helpless.
We cannot move without traffic signals. We must attend classes in order to learn by rote numbered steps toward love or how to breastfeed our baby. We justify anything, anything at all by the need to maintain our way of life. And then we go to the doctor and tell the professionals we have no life.
We have a simple test for making decisions: our way of life, which we cleverly call our standard of living, must not change except to grow yet more grand. We have a simple reality we live with each and every day: our way of life is killing us.
Charles Bowden, Blood Orchid: An Unnatural History of America
Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word “love” here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace - not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.
James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
(via beyonslayed)
