still thinking about that symposium, if that's what it was. i'm feeling more deflated than elated now. what do you feel? i was on the island this morning remembering how it used to be, kind of magical, and it seems so dead now. i wish we could have a symposium on the natural loss the center is causing. that seems to be far from the human concerns that get addressed. everything seems to get fragmented, divided and conquered.

 

It was a purgation, a necessary airing of differences that was ugly because we are ugly to one another. It was deflating - I think that’s a good word for it - but it just brings us back to ourselves and our limitations. 

I don’t know how the island regains its special quality. I think that would be a wonderful conversation to convene among those who love it. It’s a talk we absolutely must have during the campaign. 

 

it was ugly, yes. deep down [i think] we all want [or need] some peace and healing. that's what the island, when its nature was allowed, provided. they may call it neglect, but i felt like i could breathe better in that neglect. it felt like allowance. i had the feeling if that island could have floated above our heads in that auditorium, in its gentle green unmolested state, the crowd would gentle down and focus on something other than money and human progress. another green world. economy always seems to displace ecology, and people too.
do you think we could, even for our own benefit, and not for argument sake, convene on the importance of green space?

 

 

(being an exchange on the land grab and the devastated island. to be continued.) [i hope].