i caught up with collapse last night, after talking about collapse so long. it's ok, but they try too hard to make it entertaining with cheezy effects, and place too much faith in modern human nature and magical technology in contrast to everything that is shown, that collapse isn't the future, that it's happening, and that humans keep breeding and burning ancient energy, that we are breathing the exhaust of our progress, that we do not care, and it's only a story after all.
i got more life insight from miss kiet's children, a documentary from the netherlands about a teacher of refugee children from syria and other countries being destroyed by the war industry. there's a scene that is stunning, the kids face the mirror wall, and the teacher talks about little red riding hood, grandma, and the wolf, the children thinking about these characters in the primal story, facing themselves. there are two syrian brothers who are so traumatized by their own image they can barely look. but the teacher is a beautiful soul, she let's them be, she uses herself and learning play to begin healing them and helping them see that they can still create a person from the devastation they've survived. and i was thinking this morning as i have often that what is most remarkable is that innocence and gentleness and creativity still are possible, and still happen naturally, within such violence and desperation, in the madness and marauding of the modern world. as in other collapses, some people will survive, and that is what we can hold onto now, not some fairy tale about wars for peace or magical technological salvation.