All Packed Up

My backpack is zipped-up and ready to go: 3 pairs of pants, 4 shirts, a few pairs of socks, my walking sandals, my brown belt, my black belt and shoes (in a nod to vanity,) camera, phone, minimal toiletries, some moolah, my prayer book and psalter, and my pocket journal. Yep, I'm ready to go. I'll be reporting back in early July.

On Our Real Problem with the Oil Spill

In other words, our experience and belief in “control” is little different in the end than our current felt condition of “helplessness.” The only real difference at the moment is the concentrated visibility of the disaster, one that makes visible what is usually hidden – that our civilization exists by poisoning our world, by a concerted and organized effort to release toxic substances from confines where they are relatively sequestered for life to flourish, to a condition where we must come to mistrust the food that we eat, the air that we breath, the water that we drink. Rather than dispersed throughout the world – including the very molecular composition of our bodies – the spew allows us to see with unusual clarity the nature of our civilization. Yet we treat it as an exception, a momentary and controllable lapse, the fault of nefarious oil profiteers, rather than the rule, our “way of life.”

Rest of the excellent article, here.