Cross post from Antonio Dias, Reflections on the Dark Mountain
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I went to the Dark Mountain, the home of Uncivilization, and found a living culture. I didn’t know that’s what I would find, my hopes tied up and caught up in theoretical frameworks positing the likelihood of just such a thing. The flimsiness of my previous scope of interaction having been overcompensated by mental calculations carefully assembled as if in a geometric proof, as if by reading the perturbations of the orbits of the visible planets I could intuit the existence of another beyond the range of my senses. Yet that is what I found. I’m not only grateful, but moved by the breadth and depth of what I found. Not what, but who.
Cross post from Antonio Dias, Reflections on the Dark Mountain
Cross post from Antonio Dias, Reflections on…
Cross post from Antonio Dias, Reflections on the Dark Mountain
I went to the Dark Mountain, the home of Uncivilization, and found a living culture. I didn’t know that’s what I would find, my hopes tied up and caught up in theoretical frameworks positing the likelihood of just such a thing. The flimsiness of my previous scope of interaction having been overcompensated by mental calculations carefully assembled as if in a geometric proof, as if by reading the perturbations of the orbits of the visible planets I could intuit the existence of another beyond the range of my senses. Yet that is what I found. I’m not only grateful, but moved by the breadth and depth of what I found. Not what, but who.