The Measure Of A Society

Its Haunting To Realize That Half Of The Languages Of The World Are Teetering On The Brink Of Extinction.

Language Is An Old-growth Forest Of The Mind.

If We Accept That We Are All Cut From The Same Genetic Cloth, All Cultures Share The Same Genius. And Whether That Genius Is Placed Into Technological Wizardry Which Has Been Our Great Achievement, Or, By Contrast, Placed Into The Unraveling Of Complex Threads Of Memory Inherent In A Myth Is Simply A Matter Of Choice.

The World Can Only Appear Monochromatic To Those Who Persist In Interpreting What They Experience Through The Lens Of A Single Cultural Paradigm, Their Own. For Those With The Eyes To See And The Heart To Feel, It Remains A Rich And Complex Topography Of The Spirit.

The Surface Of The Earth Itself Is An Immense Loom Upon Which The Sun Weaves The Fabric Of Existence.