The world’s gone plumb bat-shit crazy. Nothing new here to report. We’ve been riding the crazy train for a while… probably in one form or another since the time Nog and Grogg in the next cave over had *issues* with Hamm and Bamm’s kids stealing the prey bones that were being stored to make the stew for the next chilly night. (But that’s another story for another time…)
The causes of our poor behavior have always been the same – basically, stems from our perceived needs versus greed and fear of vulnerability – whether that vulnerability is physical, emotional, intellectual, spiritual, religious, relational, idealogical, intra-psychic ego-sustaining, financial, psychological, resource allocation, whatever the sense of vulnerability. (The good news/bad news, depending on your perspective, is we’re all in it together and we’re all going to die anyway… But that’s another story for another time…)
So how do we continually remind ourselves of our ontology? Help keep ourselves on-the-good-path to get through life versus getting caught up in the false doctrines of trying to allay those fears by poor behavior that hurts others and our world, ultimately hurting ourselves, and that thinking by doing so, it will all somehow make it all okay and somehow make it all different? (Or at least be distracted enough for long enough until the corporeal finality … But that’s another story for another time…)
Church Bells. Yup, Church Bells.
Remember those chimes? Used to be one would hear those tones and melodious chords with hourly regularity wherever we might be, and at some level, whether conscious or not, perhaps they would help remind us of the passage of time, helping us in at least some small way to maybe stop and reflect for just a moment as we deal with our daily monkeys-and-circuses.
Where did all the church bells go? There are still a few around. Some are still broadcast in their communities, but it seems they are a rarity these days. One used to hear them all the time. No more. – When was the last time you heard church bells strike on the hour in your community? (Or, heard the hourly gongs of the grandfather clock in the hall or the cuckoo chirp from it’s perch in the clock on the wall, for that matter?) – Perhaps we’ve just chosen to go the route of having our electric lights and our 24/7 digital life style in exchange for those regular acoustic reminders, thinking it somehow might make it all better that way, not being reminded. Maybe we need those reminders.
I miss the church bells. I say we start a movement to bring them back and see what happens to us.
In the meantime, until I hear them out in the world, maybe I’ll just program in some digital church bells in my devices … (But that’s a another story for another time…)