One Border of Paradise

Change can be said to be an endless wave, ever pulling upon the shore. The question is not why a wave is in constant motion, but when will the shore finally be dismantled. I find that the idea of global warming could be rethought of in a more practical perspective as an allegory for modernization or unification. The sea of economy and infrastructure is spreading and creating a shock wave, pulling all elemtents of life into a mixture of economic benefit rather than personal enrichment. Both certainly are not mutually inclusive. This, just like the concept of globalization, is an assumed inevitability. Why fight such a powerful force in constant, exponential motion? While our expansive civilization is seemingly greater, a part of what we dream for our betterment is pulled away and changed forever.

There is an existence that we all wait for, something intangible. We tend to lose sight of our temporal notion, like stoning up all the windows and doors of our homes. A hundred more corridors created in a village maze, without end. For what we think will make us more than we are, we tear down our environment and rebuild to endless grandeur, another veil in the way of our search. Where must we evolve to for a parcel of enlightment?

As I walk in such thought through an old village, I search for endless wells of contemplation. Perhaps spontaneously a brick will crumble from a wall to show me, or anyone, a new way, though it may be more likely to drop on our collective heads and cause delirium before happiness. Can this wave of modernity show us a better life before our history is washed away?

There is an existence that we all wait for, something intangible. We tend to lose sight of our temporal notion, like stoning up all the windows and doors of our homes. A hundred more corridors created in a village maze, without end. For what we think will make us more than we are, we tear down our environment and rebuild to endless grandeur, another veil in th way of our search. Where must we evolve to for a parcel of enlightment?

I believe our past is an idea to revel in, a history that defines ourselves and unfolds our way. By 'our past', I refer to all of humanity, given the absolute connectivity we all share. My ancestors, your ancestors are one in the same in that they are not just stories and ethnicities, but people. People with the same needs and fears. With that, we can achieve understanding of all cultures, and thus the reasons as to why even isolated mountain villagers try to withstand this wave that is washing away what is perceived to be ruins. A quickend funeral for the old, and a neon celebration for the new.

Let us try and restore reverance for what should help define our intangibilities and paths. A friendly and geniune "hello" is the best place to begin.