the more I sense that we are in a kind of revolution.
These words from 'The Listening Heart' by A J Conyers (p. x), speak of
our land. Perhaps people really are finally fed up with where our
culture has led us. They see
'... the army of "homeless in the cities and along the highways...
[T]hey sense an even deeper displacement... There are, as it were,
refugees of the spirit in a wealthy but impoverished part of the
world. Too many people are refugees in their own land... They are
displaced people, wanders who do not really know what to call home.
What is often referred to as "home" is merely a convenient place to
rest between days of work. The majority of the people they work with
and too often even the ones they live with, are little more than
strangers. Deep abiding relationships are not altogether missing...,
but they are all too rare. Acquaintances are referred to as friends;
strangers are called by their first name; but friendship and even the
kind of kinship that was built on long years of life together, mutual
trust, and sympathetic spirit, are so rare in some places that they
seem to be altogether missing from common public conversation. The
experience of community is one that is much discussed because there is
a deep hunger for it; but it is the very thing that is so elusive.'
This of course is a bit of a way from an expenses scandal. But i
wonder whether years of consumerism (Thatcherism, living on credit,
injustices...) are now catching up. The public's eyes have been opened.
The question then is whether they will stay open?
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