Sinking Beneath Samsara.

I just watched the first hour of Ron Fricke’s classic film Samsara. I think it’s my third viewing and I wondered whether I would find it tedious, having already watched it twice. Not so. It seems that every time I watch that film I see new images that I don’t remember ever having seen before. The reason, I’m sure, is that it’s such a rich catalogue of visual experiences that it’s too much to take in with just one, two, or even three attempts.

And as I watched it serve up ever more meaningful messages, there came into my mind so many things to say about it on the blog. Eventually I decided not to bother. It was all too much. Instead, I’ll confine myself to one impression that seemed to rise out of the rich tapestry of material existence here presented:

How deep the developed world of mankind has fallen in its ignorant drive to deny connectedness with the natural mechanisms of material reality.  I wonder whether we will ever see the light and go back to a simpler, more respectful, more caring way of living en route to one day rising above it. The sand mandala was a most potent pointer, but will we ever follow it?

I’ve felt ill for most of today. Feeling ill has become the new way of being and I wonder whether the terminus is only a little way beyond the next bend in the road. Maybe not. Maybe I have more to do yet. And please believe me when I say that this is not negative thinking.