We drove past a guy in a Ferrari this afternoon. Jasen said, "I wonder what makes a guy drop $100k on a car?" "Bordem," I replied.
Seriously. The whole Suburban Narrative I spoke of is a narrative of bordem. There are no great things to do in life any more but catch up with the Joneses.
Which leads me to imagination...
I think of the old proverb that goes something like, "Without a vision, the people will perish." It would seem that without a vision for life beyond the dominant consumeristic-theraputic-militaristic-technological theme (that is the American Dream), people turn to infighting and inbred imaginations.
Imagination. The mark of a human being...perhaps what allows man image the Creator. The ability to see things that aren't currently seen. To imagine a better world, a better way...
Folks seem to grow weary of imagining. In fact, it would seem as though the Empire does its best to keep folks from imagining outside of what would serve the interest of the Empire.
Ah, reminds me of a Wendell Berry poem about imagination being hijacked by the Empire...
From the union of power and money,
from the union of power and secrecy,
from the union of government and science,
from the union of government and art,
from the union of science and money,
from the union of ambition and ignorance,
from the union of genius and war,
from the union of outer space and inner vacuity,
the Mad Farmer walks quietly away.
But I digress...