Monday, October 03, 2022

Poetry for these days …

… All That’s Left is This Foundation Stone. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Amidst the whirl of redundant distractions and a worldwide web of dissolutions, a sense of radical disorientation and ruthless rootlessness has driven us to search out real unity and place, lasting bonds that can withstand the tumult. Tired of being so tossed, resurgent with yearning for deep communion, many are trying to make their way home. If the nostalgia for nostos has been with us since Odysseus, and the promise of E Pluribus Unum is as ancient as Parmenides, these permanent preoccupations of the human spirit are seeing a renaissance while things fall apart.

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