It’s spring, and the land is filled with wildflowers, and all manner of living creatures, all intent on continuing the life cycle, trying to spread their seed… trying to succeed. I walk along the paths, and look out at the fields, and find myself thinking of human nature and behavior, in comparison with nature. And reading blogs, reading newspapers, and listening to the radio, I’m impressed by a desperation on the part of my fellow human, searching for recognition… begging or demanding to be heard. Too often, the use of superlatives… the sounds of extremity.
Perhaps, I think, if I lived in a jungle, it would seem more natural. There the colors are more extreme, the competition is more deadly… Moreover, human society has been pictured as a jungle, since the beginning of the movement from rural lifestyle to urban, city life. Maybe it’s characteristic of human kind to start jumping up and down, and screaming when in concentrated masses. I don’t know much about it, because I usually avoid that type of situation. Don’t go to rock concerts… or football games.
It might be interesting to an anthropology Phd candidate out there, to write a thesis on the comparative behavior patterns of fans, during soccer and golf games.
The big question is whether cyberspace, or more specifically, blogland, is going to resemble a library or a supermarket. Perhaps, there is a better example that I haven’t thought of yet. What is clear, is that reading and writing have come back, despite the pessimistic forecasts of some intellectuals after the invention of the television set. But there are some words and concepts that have lost all significance lately. I cry for the word awe. I cringe when I hear ‘awesome’. Is this part of the anti-religious backlash? Or is it just another link in the chain since CocaCola referred to themselves as ‘great’, more than half a century ago?
Human communication is such a delicate thing. Between grunts and prepared sound bites, and the hype of commercial rantings meant to encourage us to buy such things as we don’t really need, there is a world of subtlety, deep thoughts and human emotions which have already been shared and contemplated in the past, by way of words.
I am reminded of Norman Mailer’s weekly column in the Village Voice, some years back, in which he purposely wrote for the ‘slow reader’. He writes about it in his excellent book, ‘Advertisements for Myself’. The objective of the exercise, was not to make reading more easily accessible to low IQ readers, but to force intellectuals to stop skimming across conceptual texts.
And to conclude, I would like to share with you a view of a marvelous sex toy that my dear friend Janne introduced me to, when visiting with her in the latter part of the last holiday. Seemingly, this object is used by Ethiopians Jews. It is a box which includes the images of a man and woman in embrace, and is kept by the bed. When one of the couple desires to have sex, the cover of the box is removed, thus indicating to the other member an invitation. I found it enchanting.