What we see from a look back through the eyes of archeologists, historians, and philosophers that that “everything falls”. This is why Bob Frankie counsels the value of catfish, bottom feeders.
Not unexpectedly, Empires crumble more than fail catastrophically. In fits and unsteady devolution, Empires come unwound. For those who rue the fall of Roe, those who hope we are the exception to the rule, those for whom all things just work out, I’m sorry for your upset. There has been grand vision that would have avoided this evidence of the rule that Empires are delusional and their worst attributes finally become the accepted promise, false though it may be, that our desire and our power can overcome every obstacle. Unfortunately, we never see that we are our own worst enemy and find ourselves betrayed by mere belief.
From here to the officially recorded final days of the American Empire there remains an abundance of opportunistic for individuals and modest communities to experiment with a variety of ways to live the reality of choice and consequences. Metaphorically, how do we develop and disperse seed for living that is aware of our tendency to greed, exceptionalism, privilege, and power?
Such awareness is no guarantee of a next economy that will prioritize the “general welfare” of those on a new bottom-rung over the “common defense” of the wealthiest. Even if we are consistently paying attention, the nature of suffering rises to the surface and yet another fall eventuates. While this might lead to some theory of progress from Empire to Empire, it seems to simply mean that each succeeding Empire destroys it basic resources and environment more quickly than ever before.
As the dystopian phase of Empire fractures through enforced unity, I recommend reading The Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler. Her image of seed and the building of community through whatever version of A Handmaid’s Tale eventuates focuses on the articulation of a vision larger than our ability to currently call it into being, persistence as the courage needed in such days, and a willingness to see through the eyes of change.
As much as ever, there is no perfect eternal. This means we carry our part for those seven generations hence with a lightness of being and deeply serious willingness to invest today with what we can only hope for those yet to come. How do we envision and teach what we have learned about the way the “demos” gives up on itself and fails to stand up for anyone and everyone not of its tribe. Eventually this means giving up on itself, failing to promote the next needed quality and failings into the great rut of “thoughts and prayers” masquerading as effective action.
In our focus on independence we failed to learn empathy. In our greed for instant success, measured in money, we failed to value civic responsibility and listening to cries of pain. All we could finally muster was an impotence born out of ignorance based on our unconscious and persistent prejudice that our individual experience is the end-all and be-all of decision-making.
May you love your enemies well enough to live your best life, even as you daily, trustingly, invest in a tomorrow still generations away.