Philosophy

When you travel enough, sooner or later you end up in places you've been before and regardless of where it is, there's always a form of nostalgia. A memory of something about the place that has since changed, a memory of the place that is still real. Like seeing a vehicle you sold on the road, you have intimate knowledge of each scratch on the vehicle, each dent. You know the place, your feet touch the ground with a firmness, planted in the knowledge of previous visits. It's dangerous sometimes because it colors expectations, closes your eyes to what is new and changed.

Every culture, clique, group, etc., lives in their own version of Plato's Cave (Allegory of the Cave ). When caves collide, some cultures insist that there must be a winner or loser. The trouble with one side losing is that the winners don't know what they lost.

Maybe the point is that as we grow we're not supposed to have a larger footprint, not to collect physical things. Maybe the point is to divest one's self of all manner of things that weigh one down without adding value - to remain trim, reactive.

And maybe instead of collecting things, we're supposed to let them go so that we can become smaller and smaller until we're no more than a point of light with the same mass - a dense particle, full of potential energy.

Ready to suddenly tap all that potential energy when necessary, as needed, sparingly.

We're all sent here COD, and we're all stamped Return To Sender. The main dispute people seem to have is where the Sender lives, what the Sender looks like and whether the Sender's mother was a virgin or not or whether the Sender had a mother at all. Kind of rude to discuss someone's mother's sexual activities, isn't it? No wonder people fight.