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Sands and Time
Nothing is Sacred, and Maybe That’s Good
If you didn’t know this about me, I was a fan of Star Trek and Star Wars. More than that, Star Trek embodies my fundamental, core spiritual and philosophical beliefs. I have been critical of the new stuff. Sometimes more than critical. Attacks on those values feels personal, as if it were an attack on me. Logically, I know it’s not, but real or perceived, I have taken it personally. The ideals I latched onto from he original Trek and Wars seemed reasonable and attainable, even redeemable in that I felt sure anyone could adopt them. They were a compass guiding me. When they were smacked down, I felt lost. For a moment. I have had to re-orientate. Here’s what I think I have found.
We are all sacred, spiritual beings creating art. Society is an art made with sand. It’s alive and dynamic, and the colored sands are swept by winds and currents created by other people and the structures and patterns come and go.
Sometimes we actively engage in destroying the painting.
When Trek and Wars changed, I tapped out because I figured if they had to alienate the old guard to bring in the new guard, they’re deliberately blowing up the good. It doesn’t matter how sound my arguments…
