Culture is important to those that have one. A culture develops through the centuries and is dependent on its people living, its ancestors. We all have ancestors. Some are just better remembered than others. There is little that is interesting about those people lacking a fundamental history about which they can feel personally proud, no matter what that history entailed. We have all experienced exploitation and violence in our times. We have all had to swallow our pride at one time or another. Should your culture be dull and empty of resonance, that can be considered a problem of sorts. There are ways to remedy this deficiency, but they are few and far between.
A good way to begin the remedying of a dying culture is to give it a place in your future. Find out what you are, who is in you. The coding of your DNA can give you this information. Once you know the scope of your coding then you need to contemplate how much of your person has evolved through nurture – and what percentage of you is a given from Nature. These kinds of names and numbers are important if you wish to survive a cultural extinction.
There is an absolute strength and a deep humility in an established culture. It is the balance of these factors – amidst others – that determines the success and reach of a culture’s influence. A beautiful people generally have a beautiful culture. If you can recognise beautiful people you will intuitively understand that. Those with beautiful cultures live with the knowledge that the connection they have with their past is what will carry them into the future. We can all learn from those people.
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.
A lot of people have an issue with generalisations. They can be offensive, understandably, but sometimes they are necessary. When we are included in a bracket, or labelled as a whole, it forces accountability upon the everyman. Or woman. Interestingly, that makes individuals more inclined to define themselves as different from the masses in order that they distance themselves from the responsibility the masses must carry.
A point in hand is that each generalisation that is made is a reminder. A reminder that each one of us is part of a larger picture that has a history about which we can currently do nothing. It exists. Unfortunately, humans are largely predictable. They follow like lemmings their own kind, year in and year out. They insist on behaving the same way they have done for centuries. This needs changing before generalisations can be done away with.
It can be frustrating for people who do not deserve to wear the labels that are generally given to the collective. There are always those people who do not fit the mould that society has sculpted for every man, woman and child. Those ‘misfits’ who have been dragging balls and chains that do not belong shackled to their ankles. The ‘misfits’ are okay with their load – it has facilitated their unique position. They have the best of both worlds. They can blend with the generalisations into obscurity – along with the majority of the planet – or they can take accountability for their contributions to the history of our now and refine their definitions.