But the philosopher within me began interrogating myself, and questioning whether or not I really was “okay.” In the eyes of the wider world – probably not! But in terms of my carefully studied understanding of Life, I was feeling pretty damned fine. That’s because I felt far more kindred with that little fisherman than with the world that I had sailed away from.
Back in that “real” world, I would have to search a dozen Starbucks for a dozen days before I found anybody who had recently lain on their back savoring the rain – although there might be an app that claims to replicate that experience. The “natural world” has been reduced to a mere programming niche for cable TV. Our human connection to the Sea and Land and Sky has been severed.
Tribal peoples understood that we are intimately linked to those realms and they paid homage to them in their rituals and in their daily existence. For example, the Plains Indians didn’t just see the buffalo as a protein source; they revered it as an important strand in the web of life. And they used the entire animal to aid in their survival – the meat, hide and bones.
But modern civilized peoples have lost their reverence for the natural and the wild. They have let themselves evolve into creatures that are artificial and tame. They are no longer Children of the Earth – they are Servants of the Machine. Their partners in the dance of life are smart phones, talking automobiles and computers.