The Return of the Cool

Summer                                                           New (Hiroshima) Moon

Cool, man.  And with it comes guilt, or, if not exactly guilt, at least a sense of urgency about things left undone because it was just too hot.  It’s techno-wimp to blame lackadaisical on the fallen machine, I know, but we did it anyway.  Now that the temperature is more congenial that old air-conditioned work ethic has begun to kick in again.

Not a bad thing, really.  Some down time is always good, but I’ll take mine without the heat and bad sleeping next time, please.

So, back to translating Ovid, learning about Rembrandt, reimagining faith and working on short stories.

 

End of Days (hot days)

Summer                                                             New (Hiroshima) Moon

Every saga has its end.  Ragnarok finished of the epic of the Norse Pantheon.  The apocalypse and the rapture close up time for Christians.  The Jews are still waiting for the Messiah.

Yes.  In fact air conditioner repairman has come, laid hands upon our unit (ha) and declared it ready again for service.  Even as I write this the air in the house has its humidity squeezed out and its temperature likewise sent off into the atmospheric collective.  We will soon be cool.

Hallelujah!

Leonard Cohen, Hallelujah

Hiroshima

Summer                                                     New (Hiroshima) Moon

Concentrating on Hiroshima for this month’s moon.  August 6th is a day we should all remember, not as an outlier event, but, as an example, perhaps the example, of our consistently destructive nature.  Our, by the way, means humanity, not the United States.

The U.S. is not unique in its tendency to mete out violence; in fact, historically speaking, we appear restrained, especially since we have not had imperial ambitions.  (Yes, I know the arguments about Amerika and the overseas colonies created by capitalism and military bases.  Doesn’t hold a candle to England, Rome, USSR, even China as it swallows Tibet and aims for the Spratly Islands.)

Point is, we like to break things and kill each other as a species.  As a species, you could say we’re at the late toddler stage only with really powerful toys.  This tendency to self-murder is, for the most part, species specific.  Only chimps, as far as I now, kill each other for reasons other than dominance or in the heat of feeding.

Steven Pinker has a hopeful book out which I have not read, The Better Angels of Our Nature, that claims to show that violence, especially in the West, has been in decline in the short and long term perspectives.  I hope he’s right, but even if he is, it doesn’t change any of my observations.

A conservative take on this data is to be fatalistic about it, to shrug and let it go, “It’s just who we are.”  Personally, I take a piece of that-it is who we are-but we are also responsible for our choices.  We can choose to push ourselves away from violent solutions.  Will we ever become a peaceful species?  I doubt it, especially with nationalism still informing political decision making at the global level.

At the global level might makes right still rules the day and that makes peace a tough place to get to.

So, for this next full moon, let’s think about Hiroshima.  What it means.  Why we should say  Never again.