“I go back into the dark! Before the moon I was. No one knows, no one knows, no one can say what I am, what a woman is, a woman of power, a woman’s power, deeper than the roots of trees, deeper than the roots of islands, older than the Making, older than the moon. Who dares ask questions of the dark? Who’ll ask the dark its name?”
⚘ Tehanu, Ursula K. Le Guin
Hannah Close: I’m struck by what you say about people using each other as resources. This feeling of being incomplete and needing to extract from the other seems to stem from trauma…
Andreas Weber: Looking at our civilisation from a trauma perspective makes total sense, including the seeming impossibility to get out of the mess we’re in. That’s what trauma does. It blocks the possibility of doing things differently because it’s trying to ‘protect’ you, but in an incredibly debilitating sense. Trauma cuts off the body and, in turn, aliveness. It obscures our porous nature. A core trauma is being told that this sentient, living world has nothing to do with oneself, and then being deprived of a connection to it. To be alienated from belonging to this sacred Earth is deeply traumatic. Still, the living biosphere is mostly anti-traumatic. It suffers but does not perpetuate suffering.