We all forget what we know and do not understand (or rather refuse) what we see in front of us.

Let’s start with a story, sad yet common, it is about a person in a small town, a person born with charisma and many innate talents to develop. The fact of being born into a family with roots in said society but with their lives serving the green god is a major giveaway for the outcome.

This village went from Fenicians to Moores, living from grapes, fish, and oranges meanwhile repelling pirates. All of this survived and digested as well as integrated into their habits and customs they were not ready for the Northern invasion with their wealth progress and capital. Turning their back to ancient knowledge is how they sold their souls to the green god, not realizing the devastating consequences for their future.

They forgot the mathematics of the universe or easier said the reason why they had grapes and other goodies and the Northerners had more contact with the green god. One reason was very obvious, the sun and her effect on working hours, the soil, and the feasts. Hence the humongous difference in daily rhythm and thought. The villagers didn’t care, the heirs (read lazy and unwilling to work) didn’t care and as they had inherited the most unfertile soil namely next to the sea they sold it for everything the green god could give them.

So started having without understanding the gap between rich and poor. Back to the boy with everything when born, he fenced as a youngster with envy and dabbled with manmade poison though got through and reinvented himself. Or at least he tried because the villagers didn’t let him grow. They wanted their antihero and prince of the village. A role model how not to be but deep down everyone wished to be. Every time he would run into himself and questions, and doubts arose, he only had to socialize to comfort and silence his conscience.

That way he became a frustrated cruel bombastic high standing citizen, just like the inadequate flying important players of the global economy. They are the enfant terrible of the world envied and overall criticized yet allowed to keep their role. Deep down most of the followers (pawns) wish to have the plane, come and wave nod nay and say yea to the rulings which will save the world.

Saving from global warming or economy that is

Mother earth sighs and keeps on turning…

May harmony find us before mother earth reinvents herself (which will be without query)

Irena Phaedra