Atrocity fatigue…

the normalizing of huge lies & injustices just to get on with life…

The Social Contract of any society is based in trust and reliance on the sources of truth. In these times, trust is one of the chiefest of casualties: We have been lied to in large and little ways our entire lives, all in the interest of someone persuading us to support with our beliefs and our resources their products, whether goods or agendas.

Education of newcomers to the society is the foundation of that society’s effectiveness in the world, the root of its strength and power. In these times we are living the results of the failure of education in our society: a majority population that has none of the skills of critical thinking, of basic scientific method, of the joys of learning and powers of knowledge.

The emotional and mental stability of a society requires trust in the reliability and good faith of authority, like children being able to feel safe, informed, and cared for by their parents. In these times we are living in the most dysfunctional kind of social family where children take authority over parents who have no notion of how to be the parents.

The solution is for those who can to cross that threshold from child-like dependency to making our own decisions, letting go of no-longer-viable beliefs and assumptions, of habits than confirm the rut we’ve been in in all our generations.

Or we can moan about it and fold our tents and let anyone else take over our former territory and be brighter and better than what we’ve let ourselves become.

…Don’t let it get you out of the fight!

1/2025 by CL Redding

What Do You Believe?

Everyone at some time in their life, if they cannot travel widely around the world, should study anthropology. Or at least, read a book or two on the subject. I recommend Edward T Hall’s many wise and readable works.

Since humankind traded instinct for intellect, every society in the world has wrangled with the same questions about life and purpose, about how and why things are as we find them, and how, if at all, we can do anything about any of it. The only actual difference between how ancient humans thought and imagined and conceived of the problems and the solutions, and how we currently modern humans do the same is that we have generations more experience of Reality, of trial-and-error to consult.

But even as the concerns are the same, so are many of our other human limitations. One of the biggest is our belief systems.

We can’t actually know very much about anything. We all say we know, but the truth is, we believe. We’ve become convinced that one belief or another is true, is right and absolute, but as E.T. Hall explains over and over, the things we think of as absolute are actually just cultural beliefs, true only for and in our own culture. Just as individuals center our sense of knowing something around core beliefs so deeply held that we don’t even remember when or why we began to believe them, so it is with cultural core beliefs.

The thing is, it is possible to recall those beginnings of belief. A single person can explore their own depths, and we can also look back at when and why a culture grabbed onto a belief and clung to it as a central truth of existence. For a person or a society, finding those origins is the opportunity to reassess with what we know now about the world, about others, about ourselves, and update obsolete ‘truths’ that in fact we no longer believe.

When we free ourselves of ancient fears and causes, we are empowered to choose the knowledge and values we hold today as the basis for our decisions about where we’ll place our energy.


America Dreaming

Well, here we are in the United States: living in a time of the ascendance of a social order that glorifies greed and selfishness, that revels in ignorance and defies science in favor of clever but inane conspiracy theories. It is a time of Dunning-Kruger exemplars gleefully, self-righteously preparing to lay their agendas on all of us. False ‘prophets’ and their followers abound.

Every civilization has had its catastrophic seasons, its lunatic leaders. Some have recovered and continued; some have crashed and ended or changed irrevocably into something else.

I wonder what made the difference between those destinies.

I wonder if integrity, ethics, intelligence, compassion… all those marks of the mature personality, will assert themselves again and determine the direction of America. I wonder if, when Reality and consequences come in, how many of those who are feeling so clever now will grasp the lesson they’ve set up for themselves.

So this is what the United States is now. This is the choice most voters made for whatever rationales they adopted to make it okay to put a man like this in office. But this is not all that this country is.

I am seeing it as a kind of family where the kids have been indulged for so long, they think everything is up to them. Lots of children but only two parents to rein them in. Lots of immature, self-centered, ignorant, inexperienced kids lording it over just a few mature and sensible authority figures. But those kids with all their delusions are up against a greater authority: Reality. And Reality has no soft spots when it comes to dealing out consequences, the whole family is going to feel it: There are lessons for everyone in this scenario.

Over-Thinking About Thinking

It’s not anthropomorphism to believe that animals think & feel like us. It’s assuming they think & feel the same ways about the same things as we do.

Misreading physical cues like facial expressions or body language leads to totally mistaken interpretations of what an animal has on its mind, what it intends or wants. An ape showing its teeth may be not happily grinning but expressing terror; a cat staring through narrow eyes is not plotting wicked designs, it’s expressing contentment; a wild deer doesn’t come up to you because it likes you, it wants the food in your hand; dolphins aren’t cheerful, they can’t help wearing a grin that is frozen in place. 

For generations, Western thought–always to be distinguished from the thinking and philosophies of the rest of the world–has considered animals to be soulless objects divinely bestowed to humankind for our convenience and use: ‘meat-machines’ put on Earth to supply our needs. The shepherd might have affection for particular sheep, but in the end, it was still about wool and food. We decided we never had to consider let alone care about how they felt about any of it.

We–Western thinkers, that is–have equated our intelligence with our technological capability. But now we know that a bottle-nosed dolphin and even more so, the largest dolphin, the orca, has a brain of proportionally similar size to a human, and that it is many times more convoluted than ours, we have to consider, with all that brain power and no fingers to build things with, what have they been using it for instead?  Consider the world they live in, what stimulates their interest, what needs, what problems have they to solve? What do they care about in their environment with their big brains? It almost certainly will have to do with sound, with communication. Consider that they’ve been evolving to be what they are for millions of years longer than we land-bound apes!

What assumptions have gone unconsidered all this time about what other species care about, what motivates them, what shapes their particular kind of intelligence, their cognition? 

We know that all of us, human and non-human, strive to live, to keep our lives, but how do other animals regard death? We know now that animals mourn the lost, it’s been clearly observed in chimpanzees, in elephants, in swans, in cows, in dogs and cats…  What we see is the experience of loss from the side of the survivors, but what can we know about how animals think of dying? All our assumptions have been based on humankind’s interpretation of death as the worst thing that can happen. 

It isn’t, of course. Pain is worse; suffering is worse; despair beyond all hope is worse. 

I wonder, what does ‘hope’ look like in animals? I can see it when a dog waits endlessly for its person to return, even for years like that dog in Japan, Hachiko, who waited to the end of his life at the train station for his person who had died. 

It’s all cultural, of course, the shape of that dread of death. Some of us dread judgment as did the ancient Egyptians, some of us just hate the thought of not knowing how the stories all will end. Some of us are horrified at the notion of non-existence, the ending of our personal consciousness. There are various cultural visions of some idyllic afterlife, but of all those who have faith in Heaven, how many actually believe that they themselves will deserve it? How many in the world believe in reincarnation, seeing rebirth as a failure, or maybe as the promise of a chance to do it all better?

I wonder if maybe there is simply not caring about what comes next. Could we humans just be overthinking it? Thinking, after all, is what we do with our big brains. I think it was the educator, Edward De Bono who said something to the effect that human beings love to explain more than to find truth: We love to complicate things, to build perfectly pointlessly complex machines to arrive at simple conclusions, mental Rube Goldbergs, every one! 

Who Are We Really?

“…humans have fought each other throughout their existence. Such a waste of the gift of life on our planet.”

I am so tired of those who make such cynical assertions about how useless, hopeless, selfish and finally self-defeatingly monstrous are human beings.

People have also loved and created and protected and cherished each other and the Earth. We have dreamed nightmares but also visions of beauty and improved our knowledge of the Universe even as we have deepened our faith in the human connections with the spiritual possibilities.

We are a complex species, not all the same.

We are a community, a family with infants, adolescents, adults and elders: children, parents, grandparents with different levels of intellect and emotion, different abilities and imperatives. We have mood swings, pathologies, divergences of the senses. We have tons of things to work on, to fix, to adjust, to make room for.

No, we are not perfect, but we human beings have such astonishing potential to make things better. It has also been historically true that we’ve often waited to the very last moment before total disaster to apply ourselves to finding a solution, and we have found one!

That’s also who we are.

11/2024 by CL Redding

Not Quite Alone

I am glad of the cat

who keeps company with me

from time to time sitting

beside me on the arm of the chair

or on my arm despite

my need to have it free

and sometimes I pause from work

or pull her close against me to rest

slightly purring against my chest

and not body-blocking the view

of keyboard and screen…

At night and time to sleep,

she walks across me

with hard pointed feet that

concentrate all her little weight

against nerve points

and tender spots that wince…

I wake to find that I’m her bed

or just behind my knees

she has kept warm and cozy

through the chilly night,

and that is fine and right.

I’ve grown accustomed to my days

of freedom from the worries and cares

the frustrations, exasperations,

the aggravations of a partnered life,

happy so, and unperturbed

by the losses great, inevitable and fore-ordained

that I feel I can no longer quite afford…

My time is mine, replete with little pleasures

of small animals within safe-boundaried settings

that preclude both cuddles and pettings;

The little pointy-footed cat

much makes up for that.


Oct 2016 by CL Redding

Summer Day

Heat comes
after the cool of morning
down out of a clear blue sky
that reaches upwards
towards forever.

Land bakes under
oven-air that parches
grass and flower,
sears the soul
and wearies hearts and limbs.

Over the mountains building,
towering, darkening
clouds confound
the sunbright heat,
lift gales,
fling lightning bolts
with a crack and grumble
and rain buckets down at last
to bludgeon flowers
into the sudden mud
but the grass endures
and even likes it.

Passing,
on their own, wind-driven,
clouds sail
towards the next horizon…
Clear bright heat,
the sun returns
takes back the wet
and the relief until
declining in the sky
descends
behind the mountains
where the clouds began.

August 2011 CL Redding
revisions 2024

Summer Creek

Silt settles in the summer creek
over hard-wedged wood
and largish stubborn stones
laid bright and bare
since vernal torrents
ripped raw the bed,
tore out old banks
and little bridges loosed
rode wild on white-water
shattered against rock after rock…

The sun is warm now glimmering
over the water where leafy branches
gaze and tease the eye
where the pebbles colorful and striped
and many shades of grey
rest nestled in the silt
that settles ’round but does not
obscure them from the sun
and satin ripples whisper
as they dance together–sunlight,
pebbles and clear-running stream.

I sit now by the summer creek
relieved that wild season’s passed,
soaking in the sunlight at my back,
and realizing, knowing
Springtime
full of itself and its own nature
meant no harm.

July 2011 CL Redding
revisions 2024

Tennis for the Blind

I played the game,
took my side of the net
and played
the best I could
the best I knew
lobbed ball after ball
fair shots, all,
shared good volleys,
you could hear my laughter,
I could hear your smile…

Even when the ball
did not return
still I played
and played
looked for,
waited for returns
that did not come…

I served at last
the last ball that I had
and waited…
listened blindly
to the shadows…
felt at my back
when the sun went down
and knew the time had come.

I lay my racket down
and go.


May 2011 CL Redding
revisions 2024

Duet

Voice of eagle,
Voice of lark
lace-like
rising through a sky
against storm clouds dark
and brilliant-edged
the silver dashing rain
about to fall…

Harmonics rising
building vast
relentless
out of the mighty stones:
deep thunder
not of clouded skies
but from earth’s very heart
resounds…

Bright song pierces
crying angel-high;
God-profundo
out of abyssal silence
suddenly
was always there…

Duet sublime
as Life and Death
are One.

May 2011 CL Redding
revisions 2024