It would be hell to live forever
Today wasnt meant for writing. I only wanted to put something down about love and nature and the sham of modern medicine, a methodology that seems besotted with technology as it increasingly edges out philosophy and ethics. This modern system has most everyone hooked on chemicals designed to interfere with how a body is meant to function. Furthermore, it too quickly barges in on the processes of nature, cutting in on natures tango with spirit, a spirit at home in the human body, a body with the natural wisdom and vitality to handle disease and to overcome it. Instead the body is made to be at war when sacrificed to the modern medical paradigm. Im not even thinking of covidcrisis and lethal injections. Yet. So there goes my day, into this rabbit hole, liable to morph into a maze of plots and intrigue.
The body is not the enemy. There are no real enemies in the work of disease upon our forms. There is interaction and participation. There is a conversation between matter and spirit that isnt going so well. It goes on for a lifetime and is woefully interfered with by science. Without realizing we are part of nature, we are prisoners in our bodies, maybe lying on a gurney in the hallway of an ER, crying for help. We have no agency there.
We have missed the mark in our times, searching for evermore smaller and tinier and invisible parts that woo us deeper into the particles of matter through mechanical powers of perception, our biases of observation being aided by the machine we have lived in for a century. We are lured further from our birthright, a heavenly essence born into natures physical anatomy. When nature is no longer visible to the naked eye, science has been co-opted by dissection and separation, drawing us into an infinity far from the place where life actually happens. Science realizes itself in that exploration but we are no wiser for its proclamations raining down on us as if from the flying rock of Laputa.
Talking to a group of kids one day about umbrellas. If aliens swooped down and picked up an umbrella, returning to their UFO to analyze and assess the thing, they would have no clue outside of the mechanical workings and material substance, what an umbrella is. It requires seeing the environment it is meant to be a part of that explains an umbrella. Maybe aliens would invent something new for the umbrella, one girl said. Or maybe it was a boy.
Real science, believable science, healthy science belongs to the seen, the heard and the experiential. These things are easily available to our bodies and our senses, our understanding and our imagination. We live and breath and have our being in response to the nature of things that surrounds us. We are programmed to synch with frequencies that sustain us on every single level. If we were given to our human abilities instead of the machine, we might become more cognizant and aware of those frequencies, unseen as particles but if made available they are meaningful to any human. We might develop vision and awareness no AI could conceive of. They are the frequencies visible in the animation of all things, in the ways life is birthed, and spawned, and germinated, and hatched. These are the same energies that withdraw from the world in many more other ways, into death.
It would be hell to live forever without our inevitable end to look forward to, or to deny if you like that better. What then would we value? Would suffering finally end by our own volition with there being no end point to sanction our release?