I spoke yesterday about my desire to marry the profane and the sacred. I spoke about my desire to infuse the sacred into the everyday. What does this mean? Well, this is the challenge. I want to wake up and feel the sacred in the thread count of my sheets, no matter how luxurious or thread bare. I want to hear the holy in the Snoop Dogg album I am currently listening to and the pixels I am currently observing as I type. I want to be conscious of the miracle of the chance I have right now. I live in a world of mystery, and each day is a gift and a chance to improve the world and tell the story. And my goal is to become aware of that privilege.
This sounds a little cliché. Actually, this sounds a lot cliché. We’ve heard this again and again from organized religion. I want clarify, I am not saying that people should accept the world as it is. I am not suggesting that we suggest accept Empire with gratitude. I am not suggesting that we should be happy serfs. I am suggesting that as we rage, we remain aware of the light shattering into rainbows through the falling water from the water cannons. I am suggesting that as we fight for a better world, we remain grateful that we are here to fight at all.
Derrick Jensen likes to end communications with the phrase, “Love and Rage.”
And I think that this is perfect metaphor. Think back to the finale of The Matrix, when Neo’s eyes are opened to the code. He still fought the agents. He was still a rebel, but he stepped beyond merely fighting. He could see behind the current. This is what I am suggesting.
Love and Rage.
Professor Harbinger's School for Villains 