The worst thing that could happen to us, would be that we suddenly were captivated by the opportunity to present our peeves and grievances publicly, in little ‘snippets’ and sound bites. And there find the paralyzed corpse of heartful, insightful, intelligent communal discourse and remediation of the flotsam of garbage that otherwise arises, becomes clingy, and then ‘popular’.

For once, long ago, we gathered together in the morning and evening, to share our love, wisdom, mutual uplift and concern. Our reassurances, support and actual communal humanity… as much discovering and renewing, as celebrating and resurrecting it, alive.

So we must recover, together, these traditional necessities. Meeting in groups small and vast, in a context that does not merely support our potentials for intelligence, awareness, love and mutuality… but demands and develops them.

Else we shall have the common curse of their opposites, loss, and counterfeits.

Until then, we shall have nothing like liberty. But servitude to the gravity and dominance of the demons of self-importance, false hierarchies of power and wealth, and diseases of every form, wearing the public costumes of insight or value… while fertilizing the dead and alienating shadows of what otherwise might have become virtues enacted, adored, and sustained together.