There are days where the great pressure builds up until it is bearable no more. Everything comes up at once and I am gasping for breath, crushed by existential loneliness. It feels like I am alone at caring. Alone at feeling eaten up from the inside by the distance our society takes from what I find natural and vital. Anything can push me over the cliff. Today it was an invoice. The seemingly neverending pressure of earning money. This loveless petty excuse for human exchange, this sad fuck of a concept we so fiercefully use to keep eachother away from eachother. Fuck this. Fuck money. Fuck our economic system. Fuck having to pay money for food and shelter and everything else. Fuck our sick thirst for more. Fuck growth, fuck debt and interest, fuck taxes, fuck the total commodification of human existence. Fuck money and everything that goes with it. Fuck success. Fuck wealth. Fuck greed and fear and liberals and conservatives and socialists and every other fucking thought system that has nothing to do with nature, with human nature, with our hearts and all the vast oceans of beauty and co-creative potential waiting to come alive inside of us. It is enough! It is killing me! Because my being is not limited to this lonely, gasping body. I am every child dying of hunger. I am every murdered drug dealer. I am every desperate refugee and every unemployed single mother. I am the sand filled with tar, the unwanted weed and the overfished tuna. I am you. I am completely dependent of you, as you are of me. But instead of living that depenency, and the trust that comes with it, we choose to trust money. That is, we do not trust money. So we fight for it. Fuck the fight. Fuck all this. There are days where the great pressure builds up until it is bearable no more. Please, let there be many, many days like this. Please, do not take it. Please, be my friend.
This is a calling to slow down and listen. To take a deep breath and explore our personal connection with Mother Earth. The feminine and masculine, the beautiful and dirty, the real, the messy, the sacred. Once it was natural. Today it feels crucial.
For the next 100 Days I will write a book to the Earth. For the Earth. With the Earth. The book, and the journey, is also to you. For you. And with you. Together, we are everything.
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