Uncoupling From the Dog Train

After 60 or so years of living in the world of the trite, I find it exhilarating to be unfettered, able to think in a developmental way like a 13 year-old. Being a bit like the only dog at the park to be allowed off-leash, one can watch the rest of one’s kind running around with their noses up each others’ butts, looking for answers but finding only worn out mantras; “perpetual economic growth” . . . “jobs, jobs, jobs” . . . “free markets regulate themselves”.

I find this frustration permeating the work of many of the authors I have been reading over the last several years. My current read is Our Way Out by Marq de Villiers who has just observed “But we the people sometimes seem to be the no-brains in the no-brainer of energy improvement”. I find that it helps to be able to look from an objective vantage point to see that most of the drivel in the evening news is just that, and especially to realize that the majority of your fellow beings simply cannot detach themselves adequately to do so.

The recent railway tragedies in Lac Megantic, Quebec and Santiago de Compostela, Spain may be seen as a metaphor for the dangers of crowd based thinking. While it may be comforting to be part of the group, it can be catastrophic to be unable to decouple in the event of a runaway. So turn off the TV or other device of choice, go the the library, used book store, yard sale or all of the above, surround yourself with a mound of good books and start your search for Leonard Cohen’sCrack in everything” because that truly is “how the light gets in”.

1 thought on “Uncoupling From the Dog Train

  1. I love this post! As fellow 60-some-yearer, I feel much of what you are saying here, a freer sense of self, freer to be who I really am and to express that more completely. To see what’s going on in the world from a broader (dare I say higher?) perspective? Or at least not from within the throng, and not even standing on the sideline, but at the edge, and perhaps thus able to get a clearer perspective. Anyway, just came across a poem by Hayden Carruth about becoming old and how the ego is shunted aside more and more, and how now he is “Mostly Love, now.” I wrote a blog on it which you might enjoy, although since the poem has gone viral on the internet you may already know it.

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