In the realm of wild nature, there are countless cycles of
change. Geese arrive at winter’s end,
build nests, raise goslings, and depart in autumn. Apple trees leaf, blossom, fruit, and drop
their leaves. The sunlight has daily
cycles and annual cycles. The moon and
women flow through their monthly rituals.
This is circular time, round and round and round. This is wild time.
Once upon a time, the whole world was wilderness, and every
creature was free. The planet danced in
wild time, and all was well. Wild people
caught salmon when the fish came home.
They killed reindeer when the herds passed through. They ate blackberries when the fruit was ripe,
and gathered nuts as they fell.
Wild people clustered in flourishing nutrient-rich ecosystems
that were scattered here and there across the planetary wilderness. All was well… until the accidents. In a few of these clusters, clever
smarty-pants, with wonderful intentions, devised strategies for forcing their
land to produce more food. Why be
content with paradise? Let’s fix it.
We are finally starting to realize that some incredibly brilliant
ideas should be flushed down the loo immediately (probably all of them). Here we are in the twenty-first century, and
the world is the opposite of a vast wilderness.
It has been reduced to a bruised and beaten landscape by an ever-growing
swarm of hungry two-legs. Wildness struggles
to survive in scattered shrinking pockets.
Wild tribes are nearly extinct.
As civilization became rooted, clock time gradually pushed wild
time into the background. Clock time is
linear, not circular — a straight path with a starting line (paradise) and a finish
line (apocalypse). This throbbing
straight line has phallic vibes, the same frequency used by patriarchal empire
builders awash in raging torrents of testosterone. It’s a furious dance of endless growth, and
it inevitably jitterbugs into a minefield of bleached skeletons.
The incredibly brilliant notion of endless growth should have
been flushed down the loo immediately.
Endless growth is insane, fantastically irrational, and always ends in
tragedy. But it’s a lot of fun at
first. Take a deep toke. The endless growth jitterbug is a soaring
mania with no off switch. It stops when
it dies. Any society that mindfully chooses
to quit jitterbugging becomes a helpless sitting duck for its jitterbugging
neighbors, who are always hungry for more and more and more.
Jay Griffiths wrote A
Sideways Look at Time, which discusses the mutation of time that
followed in the wake of domestication, and rapidly accelerated with the
emergence of the industrial era. She
thinks very highly of wild time, because it is normal, natural, and good. With regard to linear time, she offers this sensible
recommendation: “Drown your watch.”
The big three multinational, patriarchal, monotheistic
religions run on linear time. Their
myths begin in a golden age of innocence and harmony, and go downhill from
there, on a dead end road. Griffiths was
raised in a Christian home, but she lacked the gift of blind faith. The church taught that God’s creation was a
place of evil. The kinky male clergy
denounced lust, joyful sex, and women of power.
Their icon was a dying man nailed to a dead tree. Wild time, wild people, and wild places were
the realm of the devil.
As civilizations grew, years were assigned ID numbers. In Rome, year #1 was the date of the city’s
founding. Numbering enabled better
record keeping, and provided time markers for historians. Calendars enclosed days and years, and
sundials enclosed hours. Later came
mechanical clocks, and clanging church bells, factory bells, and school
bells. The sweet freedom of childhood
was enclosed by rigid schedules, as kids were herded into education factories
to have their minds filled.
To keep large restless mobs under control, law and order is
essential — police and clocks.
Industrial civilization is impossible without synchronizing the mob to
march in lockstep to the steady beat of the time machines. All around the world now, the current hour
will conclude at the same moment.
Today, the wristwatch people are isolated from nature. They spend their lives in rectangular climate-controlled
compartments with artificial lighting. Blackberries,
nuts, and salmon are available every day of the year. Clocks and wristwatches were fabulous ideas,
if the objective was to elevate stress and anxiety. The Lakota have no word for “late,” and the
Micmac have no word for “time.” Native
Americans were astonished by the wacky behavior of the colonists, who
robotically obeyed the demands of ridiculous schedules.
In stable wild societies, older people became respected
elders, folks with long memories who provided wise counsel. They could foresee problems, and recommend
solutions. But in the lands of the
wristwatch people, speed is of the essence, and the rate of change is dizzying. In modern times, much of the knowledge that
older people possess is obsolete and useless.
So, the elder’s role is waning, at the same time that people are living
longer. Progress has left them behind.
In a culture obsessed with youth, women with gray hair become
invisible. Cosmetic surgery is very
expensive, and its results are temporary.
Tightly stretched facial skin is spooky looking, like “linoleum with
lipstick.” Hormone treatments promise
the appearance of perpetual springtime. Griffiths
laments that many women avoid the elder’s path of wisdom and power. The era of patriarchy has not been kind to
the ladies.
In the minds of the wristwatch people, the notion of progress
is as real as the Grand Canyon. They
have no doubt that the world is always getting better and better, because
experts are tireless in their pursuit of continuous improvement. We are so lucky to live in an age of endless
miracles.
Actually, progress is a smiley-face mask that disguises a
parasite. Progress doesn’t shine on the
salt of the Earth. The lands of the U’wa
people of Colombia are being destroyed to extract the precious oil needed to
fuel the insatiable excesses of the world’s elite. Chinese women are dying from the solvents
used to make cell phones, and women in Bangladesh are crushed when their
garment factory collapses.
The parasite devours anything in its path, and never
rests. The single thought on its mind is
more now, more now, more now. Only the
present matters, a mindset that Griffiths calls “chronocentric.” Bleep the future. The grandchildren will simply have to adapt
to living with radioactive wastes that remain highly toxic for 100,000
years. It’s not our problem.
Of course, it’s heresy to voice doubts about progress. Doing so transforms you into a
knuckle-dragging mouth-breathing dolt.
The sacrifices needed to radically reduce the harm we cause are just too
great. It is our God-given right to
indulge in every imaginable excess to the best of our ability. It says so in the constitution. Well, it’s time for gifted shamans to perform
a magic act on our worldview — swap the dunce cap to progress, and the halo to
sustainability. It’s OK to be respectful
to unborn generations of all species.
It’s normal.
So, that’s a little peek into where this fascinating book
takes us. Griffiths helps us remember
what has been lost. Unlike the
predicaments of peak cheap energy, peak food, and climate change, our time
problems are nothing but ideas, and ideas can be flushed down the loo. A healthy life does not require seconds,
minutes, and hours. We can do just fine
with sunrise and sunset, full moon and new moon, solstice and equinox, wildness
and freedom.
Hark! The bell has
rung. This review is over. It’s a cool book.
Griffiths, Jay, A
Sideways Look at Time, Jeremy P. Tarcher, New York, 1999.
2 comments:
I appreciate your insights as usual but must point out an all to common error.We do NOT have a "patriarchy". We have rule by crazed uninitiated BOYS. Patriarchy means ,"rule by the grandfathers".You can't BE a grandfather if you've never even become an adult.We have lots of boys in old mens' bodies, but since everyone(almost)has forgotten initiation and what it actually means,we confuse the mature masculine with mere agedness of the personality.The Mature masculine respects and honors the feminine in all it's manifestations with the wisdom of its source as portal of the life force.
Jeff, I hear what you're saying, and I can't disagree. "Patriarchy" was the term used by Griffiths. It's not a word I use often.
The #3 definition in the Oxford English Dictionary is "The predominance of men in positions of power and influence in society, with cultural values and norms favoring men. Frequently with pejorative connotation."
Methinks Griffiths was emphasizing the pejorative notion of the word. Feminists usually don't use the word to describe venerable male elders. In my world, the word usually has an insulting meaning.
I have no respect for our current male leaders.
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