Monday, July 18, 2005

The Contrarian Ethic

It's been a full moon or two since I last visited these pages, not for lack of incentive; more a product of sloth and general discouragement (removal of courage-ment).

The State of the Government of the United States, not my government; their government; continues to deteriorate. Ourselves living in this day and age, at least some of us, those who are aware, consider the State to be increasingly oppressive, increasingly imperialist, increasingly fascist. Those who consider the lessons of history realize it was ever thus. Those in possession of ultimate power strive at all times to maintain possession of said power. They are never reluctant to wield this power in defence of their own hegemony.

Thus the lies, the subterfuge, the midnight meetings, the courts, the jails, the jack-booted thugs... all created and maintained to preserve a monopoly on power and force, violent force whenever necessary.. or expedient.

The trickle down theory really works. When the country is ruled by the mentally defficient, the morally bankrupt, the beetle-browed thugs, those of like demeanor and mental capacity rise to the surface, like scum floating to the top of an unstirred pot.

That's my purpose on this here electronic babble box, to stir the pot, keep the scum safely dissolved among the masses, keep the flame low on dissent and healthy rebellion. A society of compliance is a sick society, devoid of the contrarian thought and expression that keeps human gatherings alive and healthy.

Long live the weeds and the wilderness!


Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Back from the Sierra

Yes, we're back, back on the Pacific Plate, from our yearly visit to North America, just to remind us why we stay in Paradise, if nothing else.

The Sierra are sublime, as always. Not the hyperbolic Yosemite of postcard fame, nor precious mountain lakes and forest glens, complete with picaresque little deerlets en suite.

I'm talking about the real Sierra, bold apodictic rock, endless blue sky, with just the right clouds scattered about for greatest esthetic effect. Red-headed woodpeckers knocking about in the giant trees, boulders larger than the Twin Towers quietly eroding in calm dignity. Reality writ large on the greatest canvas ever stretched across the horizon of time.

The trip through the urban madness of Silicon Valley and the East Bay is an exercise in human folly. Why do we humans do this to ourselves, piled yard upon yard in disconnected suburbs, connected yet held apart by ribbons of concrete frosted with slightly moving rivers of steel, aluminum, glass and plastic, propelled by dead dinosaurs and ancient ferns from where people want to leave to where people want to be, forsaking that which lies between? Why? No answer appears.

Because we can.

The stagnant, saline beauty of Mono Lake waits to pounce on the eye on the far side of Sonora Pass, it's sere majesty intact after decades of abuse, slowly returning from near death at the hands of human urbanists 350 miles away to the south. The incredible fecundity of this huge desert waterhole amazes even those biologists most familiar with its ecosystems. In a vast desert landscape of volcanic cinder cones, haphazard amalgamations of ancient lava, glacial terminal and lateral moraines, basaltic columns, vast exposed lacolithic monoclines , geosynclines, piles of naked rock gradually succumbing to inexorable gravity, the gentle waters of Mono Lake shine like a jewel in the sun.

As human self-described civilization grinds slowly to a firm and final halt, ending once and for all its fantasy of continuous growth, the solids and liquids of the Eastern Sierra will abide. The waters of Mono Lake will reach their historic apex once again, the Range of Light will catch the daily morning glow, slightly smaller each day, lacking none of its solemn grandeur. Whether there will be any humans about to appreciate the scene is unimportant. The perfection of the East Sierra requires no esthetic appreciation. It is sufficient unto itself.

Leona Gulch
Pacific Plate