What a time to be alive. For every ending there is a new beginning. Consider for a moment that for the end of one age a new one is ushered in. And the transformative powers that be move at their own pace and cadence.
Something no one talks about is how messy transformation is when you’re smack-dab in the middle of it, observing it being played out, whether its a week, a month, or nine months its a large slow moving process. So much so people are generally too busy, too distracted and too indifferent to notice or even care. Even so the passing years, decades, lifetimes even, weave the events and changes like every instrument that contributes to a symphony. And just like a symphonic performance unless it’s recognized and appreciated in its completeness it will be taken for a senseless, out of sync, fragmented and disjointed noise rather than an opus.
But who lives long enough to see how cycles of civilizations contribute to the species that comprise them? And if they could, they’d also see how much is diluted and often intentionally distorted obscuring accurate accounts of events, narratives and outcomes. Unless there’s enough history and outlets of information to derive context to the present what can be hoped to be gained from a convoluted blotted out body of history anyway?
But even with those obstacles consider for a moment how much knowledge has been distilled, preserved, enriched and advanced in the last three thousand years. And now add to that the millions, billions of lifetimes that have come and gone each contributing to that living organic monolith we loosely call humanity.
Like the first ten minutes of a twelve minute symphony leading to the crescendo of the grand finale, so has history led to this space between two eras before us, one passing away, as the other one has yet to fully emerge into its own defined form. But it’s evident this being between two eras is real by the witnessing of odd, bizarre and nonsensical events taking place on a massive scale, even a global one. Some consider these particularities similar to when one encounters death itself. As if entering the twilight zone. Everything is turned on its head and most begin to question their own sanity and judgement.
Is this the end of modern history?
To be continued.
