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What I really loved about travelling in rural India, even though I couldn't put my finger on it at the time, was the sense of aliveness of the landscape. The trees seemed more alive than in the scientific sense of the word. Not merely exchanging gases and nutrients, they seemed to posses a spirit of their own, a spirit that was recognized by the people living there, a spirit that was not different from the material. You notice that the trees were not seen merely as source of lumber or something that stands in the way for a street. You knew that, because these trees were standing in the middle of the road, adorned with kitchy girlands and incense sticks, meaning to celebrate the immanent divinity of the plant.
Coming home, I still did recognize the spirit of the things, but there seemed to be a tabu about it. Here, we don't really honor the plants and rocks, here it is a source of income, something to fill your bankaccount with, or something that's in the way of a new street or a fence.
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I don't really know where I'm going with this post, maybe I'll post some more when I come to know. Enjoy this beautiful poem:
Coming home, I still did recognize the spirit of the things, but there seemed to be a tabu about it. Here, we don't really honor the plants and rocks, here it is a source of income, something to fill your bankaccount with, or something that's in the way of a new street or a fence.
Voir la pièce jointe 5733
I don't really know where I'm going with this post, maybe I'll post some more when I come to know. Enjoy this beautiful poem:
Norbert Mayer a dit:Just now
A rock took fright
When it saw me
It escaped
By playing dead