And this world, they insist, is where we belong. This wider field of consciousness is our native land. We are not cabin-dwellers, born to a life cramped and confined; we are meant to explore, to seek, to push the limits of our potential as human beings. The world of the senses is just a base camp: we are meant to be as much at home in consciousness as in the world of physical reality.

⚘ The Bhagavad Gita, Foreword

The strange presence of absent beings

What if there were some sort of worn symbolism to express gender pronouns upon first impression?

Over five decades I have learned that the true economy, oikonomia, is the art of living, our cocreation with biodiversity and nature’s economy. What we call the “economy” has nothing to do with oikos, our common home. Aristotle’s name for our “economy” was chrematistics, the art of money making. The money machine operates on an artificial intelligence disconnected from the intelligence of biodiversity. It operates on an artificial currency disconnected from the currencies of life.

What are the edges of our existence? Of what is ours and what is yours? Of what is that of who came before us? Of who may come after? Of the internal and the outside worlds?