( It’s been a while since i posted – and it may be a time before i post again. Again, my apologies and heartfelt thanks to those who have been kind enough to read/like what i write and share their thoughts on it, with whom my communication, if not my thoughts of late, have been less than you might deserve.)
Subtitle: The Erosion of Old Shores of Certainty.
I have to accept i don’t (and neither does anyone else) have a country to call my own anymore. Instead I now have a planet i have to share with everyone else on it. Countries are so Last Century (Millenium!). Some people, Governments especially, still largely try to live in the olden days (of distinct and separate countries over which those in power could rule by themselves) but are finding it increasingly difficult to operate effectively in their previous paradigm. Governments are going the way of the Kings and the Queens and the Warrior Chiefs – they are losing their unchallenged power over a group of people who served them boarders and shorelines are becoming increasingly less secure or well defined. Those who desire control need to form new Alliances and use new measures and weapons to protect themselves against increasingly powerful, but more subtle and insidious invaders to try and keep the last vestiges of power they possess over their masses and the land they occupy and control/maintain.
I can no longer see or talk to a person and tell if they are a fellow native of my area/country or just a tourist, a visitor, one unfamiliar with my own set of peculiar customs, practices and beliefs as built up over time (generations even) as i could in the long gone past.
These days people who look like they have no connection to me are my neighbours, my elected ‘representatives’, teachers of my children, my store-owners to whom i go to by the essentials of my life (if they are still being made by the foreign owned, globalised companies who bought out the previous local manufacturers through ‘fair’ competition practice). They have the same ‘rights’ (some would say more in certain cases) that i have in ‘my’ country that i grew up in and was formed by, but they do not share my or my country’s past history, it’s formation it’s foundations.
They can contribute equally to the future outcomes and help grow my community, as i and those i grew up with do, but the links to the formative history of this place will forever be changed as the factors contributing to their formation combines into a big mixing pot with that of their (my) adopted location.
This, combined with the rate of technological and social change that is increasing exponentially, is bringing about waves of change that are washing away the shores of the world i once lived in to create something with which i am totally unfamiliar – and largely unprepared for…
…and am ever-so-slightly(?) fearful of.
As, i suspect, are many others like me, even if they are unsure as to exactly why.
Those who struggle against the Changes however, are going to be the ones who lose in the long run… you might have some small pyrrhic victories but that battle will, in the end, be lost.
No (wo)man can fight the Tide of Time and the Winds and Waves of Change!
Just ask Canute.