Freeouroboros

So many ponderables; Gordian knot after Gordian knot tied end to end, where to find an end to begin teasing out the tangle?

Aleksander’s ancient solution unravels not the knot; it merely creates more ends to twine and re-twine, twist and tangle, vining weeds to choke individuality, to enshadow and usurp light and nourishment from fertile minds, leaving them stunted and without fruit.

The image leads to a thread . . .

Our farm lands are no longer worked by those who honor the ancient pact with the land as did our ancestors — all of them, whether they were Native American, African, Oriental, Celt; every ancient people recognized and embraced the mystical joining of our kind and the land that sustains us. Now the pact is broken; the land is “owned” by large conglomerated Entities, super corporations, composed of those who have never touched — or been touched by — the land. Bound by pieces of paper called “shares,” sown with seed “engineered” in sterile laboratories that produces no viable seed . . . how can lifeless crops sustain life?

Even the ancestral strains of staple crops are being invaded by the sexless DNA being manufactured. How long might it be before there is no significant source of crop seed except what has been patented and must be purchased?

I see another thread passing through that part of the knot. Look at modern relationships. How many do you know, have you lived, that were incomplete? Passionless, loveless, as sexless and sterile and unnatural, soul starving, as those seeds? Parallels. Our links to the natural world broken as we ally ourselves with the unnatural. But that’s a tangle to tease loose on another day . . .

A more prosaic knot in that thread leads to the tangle this ownership creates. At first glance, it’s a small kink, barely noticeable, but a coil that grows, unnoticed, until the number of threads caught in the snarl becomes a strangling mass.

The nature of super corporations is to become globally entities, stealthily and unremarked by the rest of us until the deal is sealed. They have no ties to a people or a culture, no loyalties save to themselves and the bottom line. The first claim on their production goes to whoever or wherever holds the most shares.

What happens when the production of one land mass is owned by a consortium from another land mass? Or when another land mass is able to outbid the place of production? Who gets the food? And who starves?

By the time we get around to sowing the seeds of change will they all be trangenetically altered? Will they be seeds of destruction? Pre-programmed to self-destruct within one generation? Like vision quests of past ages . . .

When will we ever learn?

When will we ever, learn?