The flow of wisdom

I have this vision of a dune in the desert. By the will of the wind, the dune moves forward. The sand blown off the top of the dune curls into the future. The weight of the dune keeps it in the present. The height of the dune represents its ability to change. Sand blown away from the top of higher dunes can reach farther into the future, compared to sand hurling from small dunes. Height offsets weight in the stretch for tomorrow. High, progressive dunes are more agile, but can dissolve easily. Low, conservative dunes are more stable, but can loose traction easily.

We are sand. We look downhill for wisdom. We look ahead for guidance. The flying pioneers sometimes disconnect from a dune and form their own castles of reality; and sometimes they extend a legacy forward. Nowadays, the wind is blowing hard. The air is dense with sand. The inevitable strain on the dune causes it to bend. A little stretching can't hurt, but a dune is like a muscle, and exertion can cause injury. The pace at which the future overhauls the present can cause the dune to be blown away under your feet. There is then no other time left to look at but at the here and now.

History? Has it ever been anything but a repository from which to take popular anecdotes to assert yourself today? When the future is a border-less swirl, what holds you together? Is togetherness desirable? Is diffusion subversive?

Tons of sand are rolling over you, a massive dune, with every bit of it a tumbling human soul. You are taken into the future, or not. At the base of the dune, the wet, grainy sand is soaked in blind resistance to the motion of the hill. On the surface, the nowadays mixes with the future, as colonies of sand take off for good. Whether you move or not, the implications are beyond you.