It may be...both for the world itself and its chief predator--mankind. We may have a few decades left before we overspecialize ourselves out of existence, but we may be taking the planet with us. Our president was my great hope that we might find a way, but I think he is up against forces with unmatched power. He alone can't battle it, and if you read the press of those drinking tea these days, too many of our kind have no clue about what you are talking.
Beautiful P'quaint, I wish you lived next door. Your aura would be good for this city.
I have a book that is one of my all-time treasures...those select volumes occupy a special place in a rosewood bookshelf in this room where I am now--and where I spend so much of my free time.
The book is called _The King and the Corpse, Tales of the Soul's Conquest of Evil_, by Heinrich Zimmer (edited by Joseph Campbell, who was our foremost contemporary mythologist).
Zimmer was an Indologist, and his focus was Indian art and mythology, as well as philosophies of India. He was convinced that religious images were more than just statues and paint on canvas. They were iconic, and had sacred significance that served as a conduit to psychic transformation.
Anyway, in this volume is a segment called "Four Episodes from the Romance of the Goddess." It is part of the epic tale of how Shiva comes to take Sati (and later Parvati, who is a later incarnation of Sati, as of course you know) as his wife, and tells all the turmoil and contemplation, lust and peace, that preceded that event and followed it. The Brahma/Shiva/ Visnu godhead, that enfolds all the mysteries of the universe, takes creation and destruction in stride in a way that is difficult for mortals.
Here is one excerpt from this truly divine book:
"The course of the world runs awry, but therewith it goes directly to its goal. The catastrophe of the previously unforeseen is what breaks the world progression forward, and the moment the catastrophe has come to pass it appears to be what was intended all the while. For it is creative in a deeper way than the planning creative spirit supposes. It transforms the situation, forces an alteration on the creative spirit, and throws it into a play that carries it beyond itself, carries it, that is to say, really and properly into play, and into a play that entrains the entirety of creation. The planner, the watcher, is compelled to become the endurer, the sufferer. Such a metamorphsis into the opposite, into the absolutely alien, is what throws the knots that reticulate the net of the living whole and mesh the individual alive into the fabric." (p. 259, second edition, second printing, 1973)
Isn't that wonderful? It is the epitome of mystery, it is the wheel of life, ever turning, and each turn is both renewal and destruction.
But like those who fought and scrambled and played out their destiny in the Mahabharata, it is the same today. I don't think that any of us really knows our own destiny, in the sense that things can change in the blink of an eye. And I certainly cannot claim to know the outcome of what will happen on this remarkable organism called Earth. But I fear for its health; inasmuch as it is a living being, we are a cancer. In some cases, cancers can be reversed, placed into remission. In others, the damage already done is too great...
The King and The Corpse, Bollingen Series XI; Heinrich Zimmer, edited by Joseph Campbell. Princeton University Press