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FORCES
OF MAN
AND NATURE
What
is this
welling
fury,
this roiling
of the
sea,
This
turgid,
monstrous
swelling, this breaking surface
of the deep?
Could
it be Leviathan, fresh
sworn from
the mouth of hell,
Boiling,
bursting
fourth in dark
Dystopian splendor,
Engorged,
ebullient,
spewing
fiery bile
to sear indelibly
An ominous
reply
to the hubris of
mankind.
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Forces
of Man
and Nature, Oil 42" by 47" 1974 |
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Where
once we lived by wit and natural instinct, rooted in harmony, and secured within
existence as one living instrument among the many, cadenced rhythms of the seasons
ruled, and the harmonies of spirit animated all. Like the passion from the hands
of a fine violinist, ever so refining of itself, Mans voice soared high
within the greater whole, a solo bank of strings within symphonic registers.
His role: to amplify this wondrous resonance as an echo of the greater natural
pulse. But, in time, the integrity of our quest for truth has been deformed.
Through unthoughtful alliances and shortsighted miscalculations, our world devolves
into a Leviathan of our own design; but in so doing, by sheer default, will
usher in the Age of Truth. |
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From
the beginning, the laws of natural order foresaw the outcome of this metamorphosis,
long before the fishes charted course beneath the surface of the deep, long
before Man first walked the surface of the earth, subduing, possessing, ordaining
himself ruler over all. Now Man, bereft of foothold, stumbles to comprehend,
bound not to a violin but to the handle of a pick. No longer an instrument to
inspire, discover, nor to build, instead, a tool to dominate, exploit, and destroy.
Professing altruistic, patriotic intent while enacting a predatory pragmatism
in the service of the self, he becomes a living instrument of self-destruction.
No longer free to stake his natural claim to the fullness of human destiny as
part of the greater whole, his calloused, lifeless hand gestures This
Way to what once was. Lying now in wake, unwitting pawn of avaricious
force, complicit as a would-be Master Of The Universe, would-be destroyer of
the fragile balance of all things, there is no one other than himself to mourn.
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But,
long before humanitys aspirations for our greatest human potential begin
to fade into obscurity forever, when hope and human consciousness vanish into
darkness, Nature intervenes, to compensate, correct, restore the balance. Now
begins Her overture, resonating Her voice through us, elevating us to a greater
perception through the powers of creativity, gateway to the soul. If we acknowledge
that we are within the eternal mind of Nature, which moves and works through
us in sustaining Itself, we become an irreversible truth, which frees us from
our own enslavement and ultimate extinction. But in the end, this polarizing
discord, this war between Man and Nature, will be settled on Natures terms.
For us to see the greater natural order we must allow Nature to see through
our eyes. But, with circumspection, we must also hear the intrinsic natural
harmonies that Nature has instilled in us from the beginning. For this to happen,
we must listen, but we must also hear, equally as much with heart as with mind,
and as much with sense as intuition. Hence are the true forces
of Man and Nature. |
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By
Paul Deegan |
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