Up On the Roof
I look again at the forests, the mountains, the skies. The birds are building nests, and singing astonishing songs. The dogs, greet each other with wagging tails as they take their people on walks with ever-new smells.
Dave Pollard's chronicle of civilization's collapse, creative works and essays on our culture. A trail of crumbs, runes and exclamations along my path in search of a better way to live and make a living, and a better understanding of how the world really works.
I look again at the forests, the mountains, the skies. The birds are building nests, and singing astonishing songs. The dogs, greet each other with wagging tails as they take their people on walks with ever-new smells.
I suppose I pick on humanism because it afflicted me for much of my life, and still characterizes most of those I know. It’s an old and compelling story, like the story of progress, but any objective examination of the evidence shows it to be untenable.