Time to wake up from the anaesthesia

We live in a beautiful, bountiful Cosmos, We see its surprising creations daily, miraculously, all around us: the glory of dawns and sunsets; the fantastic changes in the seasons; the astonishingly logical economy of the ecosystems - where everything has a role and nothing goes to waste; the awesomeness of life-generation, two half-cells combining to create a unique, complex, independent, sentient multicellular organism (be it krill or whale, plant or animal, snail or human); the mystery of planets, starts, galaxies far and similar and unlike our own;...

It should be so easy to be aware of all that munificence at every life-giving breath, at every passing cloud spotted, at every thought. Why don't we? Because we have been taught to shy away from it all, which has in turn become too much to handle, and thus appears hostile, oppressive, scary.

Instead of relishing the World around us, glorifying human kindness and creativity, respectful of the Gift they truly are, we aim to control, subject, destroy this (and other) worlds. Then our nature, our inner self and instincts, desolate at the deprivation that will invariably ensue, sounds the alarm so as to jolt us awake to the horror we're producing.

Sadly, we've become too smart for our own good. We've created an untold number of distractions to keep our attention well and busy. Like a toddler with a dummy (pacifier), the many gadgets, terrors, news,... maintain our awareness and will to act distracted, seemingly content. How many times have you, of people you know,  found out about some issue requiring protest and action, which you (or they) have subsequently forgotten? Was it a phone call or an instant message, a cute video of a chain email, that reclaimed your attention to 'the real world'? I cannot tell how many opportunities to create a new world I have let go that way...

I refuse to believe that we've lost the ability to stand up and walk tall, to see and act. Rather, I believe we're under a sort of species-wide, self imposed, state of anaesthesia. As Sir Ken Robinson points out in his research, we're bombarded with interests and then medicated to narrow down our focus. We've deadened our awareness and capacity to react, hoping for a gentler world we can 'handle'. The problem is that anaesthesia only allows for vague, wavering images as dreams, not the observation of the awesome, 3D, polychrome, multi-sensory, fully-fledged reality. We're cheating ourselves. As they say... 'It's time to wake up and smell the roses.'

Good morning! Look! It's our Marvellous World, greeting us all around!