Days workin’ for the man, a breezy little gig in midtown, pushing pixels, and redirecting electrons, rarely do thoughts of far off lands evolve far past the subconscious.
Word of a protest rally in the heart of the city however had broken out amongst the workers, and with Karuna being more than a little based upon the Buddhist tradition, it was decided by the leading powers that we should be in attendance. And so it was, that at 12:30pm one sunny Monday in this southern land, there organised a collection of humans, sacrificing their lunch, or otherwise taking time out, to gather collectively, to come together in public space.
It was a reaction, this collective sharing of sentiment, part of a knee jerk response to the figurative, repeated kicks in the face that this cultural entity has been turning the other cheek to for decades. Ancient cultures – at least those surviving today – are of a highly adaptable breed, that when threatened with extinction, will evolve new methods of survival.
Though the body seems somewhat submerged in raging waters, tendrils of cultural buoyancy reach far and wide; they encircle the earth, and take up residence in the hearts and minds of those free to assemble and with a purpose to attain, symbolic silhouettes in hand.
Life, through life, finds a way.
