A trash can is filled with infinite possibilities. It is fortunate for infinite possibilities that most – in fact, virtually all – people assume that trash cans are filled with rubbish. They are not only keen to add their own shame, their own shit and their myriad fateful secrets slyly to the mix that has already been consigned to the dustbins of history, but they are also keen to deny these, their contributions. It is a pity for these people. Living in denial is no way to live.
When you understand discernment and you have developed an idea of how it is to be enterprising, you become capable of such things as making a golden goose from the shreds of yesterday’s feathers. You just have to know how to piece a goose together. That is possible when you have every tool at your fingertips – a privilege granted by the facility – or faculties, if you like – that one finds in dustbins when one takes the time to sift through the miles and miles of rotting refuse. When you are prepared to get your hands dirty, you get to look at what ‘civilisation’ has tossed away and you get to know how much goodness – greatness – therein lies. You also get to understand what a world of deceit this planet actually is. You can choose to let that reality get you down, or you can use what is left inside of you to rebuild yourself – if there is anything left now that you know your ‘civilised minds’ have thrown away everything worthwhile of yours’ that ever was.
I suspect that the best place to have been during these sleazy days and ages, is in the dustbin. That is where absolutely everything of consequence is. Lucky for the dustbin. It has the capacity, the facility, the faculties and the inclination to use every wonder it has discovered within itself to build a brand new something and leave this planet Earth and its people to mend itself, themselves. If they do not have the tools to do so – that is unfortunate. They will have to forge them from flint and sticks.
C.J. Birch
C.J. Birch 