The autonomy of those moving needs to be supported and not hindered because the particularity of challenges are different at different scales, requiring life at those scales to be allowed to act with nuance to the complexity of a changing world. Trying to manage this from on-high as an intelligent designer or manager only makes the situation worse as it hinders the adaptation that life needs to engage in to move with changing social and environmental climates and shifting resources.

A review of the “The Old Guard” — without spoilers.

Solidarity is not the same as this insane movement of taking photos with the donation of a food aid basket and leaving the subject served by this charity for the flies.

The point of this essay, apart from pushing for everyone with a yard to degrass and plant useful things, is to demonstrate that I have made a start already in preparation for a projected New World that may come into being when the Pandemic is over.

We are currently seeing the limits inherent in the types of understanding gained through rationality and technics. While there may have been a moment when it could be reasonably argued that new developments in the intellectual products of humanity were oriented towards the improvement of human life, there can now be no doubt that these have facilitated greater levels of immiseration and despair than ever before imagined.

And the liminal revolution in-between

Sustainability, as we conventionally call it, is not actually sustainable. Sustainability continues to use finite resources as if they were infinite. Sustainability leads to greater harm to all life, not greater friendship with all beings. The products of sustainability—solar panels and biofuels — require Empire.

As the ravages of Empire play out, cultural recovery may become our goal again in the future — and we may find ourselves by choice or necessity living in small localized kinship groups once again, looking to our own ancestral traditions for a template to survival.

Oh you'll go outside again, work at a job, hate the president. But that old world is gone, let it go and prepare for the new.

May you take care of your essence like a lioness takes care of her young, and may your heart shine with the innocence of a child, seeing the world through the hopeful eyes of tomorrow full of sweets, toys and ice cream. We still have to fight, with hope and confidence in seeing what we are in each other's eyes, even if by videoconference.

Going outside for a walk or, more daringly, a trip to the grocery store, we are more aware than ever of our proximity to others just as they are of us. Jean-Paul Sartre’s summary observation in No Exit that “Hell is other people” has assumed a qualitatively more severe level of significance.

The cultural impact of ultra-processed foods is “a consequence of the desire to consume more and more as to create the sensation of belonging to a more modern and superior culture." With this, late stage capitalism has changed the concept of poverty and hunger.

The status Q needs that middle-class to believe that the system works for them.

Are human bodies disposable? Do you use them and then throw them away? Do bodies lying on the ground covered in blood cause as much damage as the plastic thrown into the ocean? If this is the problem; how many must die for the problem to be solved? Do blacks naturally have a short life span?

Feeling unworthy of dignity has put many people on a perpetual state of vulnerability, starting much before this outbreak, and continuing well after this whole thing blows over.

People of color are the ones who need to deal with the question “Where are you really from?" Unless you want to start asking this question to white people, you shouldn't be asking it at all.

It isn't like Pantheacon dying is going to make three wolf moon t-shirts go away. Or books offering native spirituality as a product.

Our land is dying; our neighbors are dying; everything sacred is being hunted down and destroyed. But tonight, at this moment, all I can do is pause to feel gratitude for the rain.

Join Angie Speaks as she unpicks how Diversity under capitalism can often obstruct deeper analysis of power, aesthetics and images.

We are the serial products that lose sense and purpose if our numbers are switched, reduced to a lowly existence, even less than what we are already systematically forced to be. In the eyes of the Witch, today we lack poetry.