A Living Poem
Today work is communing. Work is communication. Work is communing with one another across the globe.
Earning our living by the sweat of our brow has disappeared with the machine. And making a living in a bureaucracy by reading and writing has disappeared into the internet.
So here I am at work learning to commune with you. Naturally I have a lot to learn, as I am making the transition from reading a book alone to sharing my thoughts once or twice a day, seven days a week, with you.
It is amazing we do so well considering our differences.
Of course we are not doing this, we only have the illusion we are doing something, rather something is being done for us.
Our individual armour is melting and we are being dissolved into the Typology tribe of the global village.
This can induce a feeling of panic as we understandably hold our breath. But if we breathe slowly and gently, we find we are floating into the noosphere, up from the lithosphere, up from the aquasphere, up from the biosphere, higher than even the atmosphere into the rarified heights of the noosphere where we find time and distance have been abolished as we leave our bodies behind and become pure spirits.
Naturally we find ourselves a little disorientated, we find we have a hangover from individuality and some of us hang onto it even tighter. But the tighter we hang on, the quicker it dissolves.
And from the heights of the noosphere we can look back on our history and see that it contained for a few brief centuries, individualism. But now we return to our heritage of 200,000 years as we commune with one another outside of time and space.
For 200,000 years everyday life was enchanted, but for the last 200 years we have stopped chanting and started reading and writing, but now as if by magic we have been re-enchanted and we find we are a living poem.