I Don't Think Anything Changes

Beauty Is Something Everybody Longs For, Needs, And Tries To Obtain In Some Way - Whether Through Nature, Or A Man Or A Woman, Or Music, Or Whatever. The Soul Yearns For It. Psychology Seems To Have Forgotten That.

There Is More In A Human Life Than Our Theories Of It Allow. Sooner Or Later Something Seems To Call Us Onto A Particular Path. You May Remember This "something" As A Signal Moment In Childhood When An Urge Out Of Nowhere, A Fascination, A Peculiar Turn Of Events Struck Like An Annunciation: This Is What I Must Do, This Is What I've Got To Have. This Is Who I Am.

Ecology Movements, Futurism, Feminism, Urbanism, Protest And Disarmament, Personal Individuation Cannot Alone Save The World From The Catastrophe Inherent In Our Very Idea Of The World. They Require A Cosmological Vision That Saves The Phenomenon 'world' Itself, A Move In Soul That Goes Beyond Measures Of Expediency To The Archetypal Source Of Our World's Continuing Peril: The Fateful Neglect, The Repression, Of The Anima Mundi.

Yes, There's Genetics. Yes, There Are Chromosomes. Yes, There's Biology. Yes, There Are Environment, Sociology, Parenting, Economics, Class, And All Of That. But There Is Something Else, As Well.

You Don't Attack The Grunts Of Vietnam; You Blame The Theory Behind The War. Nobody Who Fought In That War Was At Fault. It Was The War Itself That Was At Fault.