There Is An Eye In the Sky (A Polemic)

There is an eye in the sky looking down like the Angel of the Lord... There’s an electronic eye in the sky right now, like the Angel of the Lord, looking down, scanning back and forth in multiple bands, going up and down, back and forth, measuring the worth...

Here countless numbers of us are to be found. Here we are... but apparently still far fewer than the standard demographic for which so much is prepared; upon which so much power concentrates its attention; for whom so much awaits... Here we are, here and there dying from starvation of place; of longing; of grief; of failure of lock between ourselves and the wild that speaks to us of the Holy. What is proffered in its place---dedication to tricksy baubles and sleight of artifice formulated to distract and benumb---are either fleeting shadows of satisfaction, florescent in video, or the shadowed whited sepulchres of once vital faith: the unofficial churches of Christ, Mormon, Yahweh, Allah, Meaninglessness, Pleasure, Science, Mammon, and the murky hopes of unchannelled ‘noetic’ mysticism, or worse, the state-sponsored Church of Money First and Commerce Assembled. Here countless numbers of us are, drawn and faded, dying or aware of the dying, while friends and coworkers inquire and suggest: “You look a bit tired, today. Why don’t you lie down and take a nap?” Any explanation offered to those to which we are bound by love or respect often, and unfortunately finds its expression in angry and inarticulate grouchiness, sub-verbal moodiness, overt sarcasm and scorn (and for that, so often superficially understood), or loud, outraged objection which is received as ingratitude and trouble-making. It is not as though the blessings of life, or the joy-filled moment do go, or would have to go, unnoticed.

Here countless numbers of us are to be found, and we see. Only the terminally busy, the responsibly committed, the organized and efficient, those with the persistence of their own agenda, and those with the persistence to see only how and what they have long ago decided to see, see nothing different while miracle after miracle unfolds around them without schedule or according to a schedule too slow or too complex to fit neatly into the daily planner. Here countless numbers of us are. We quickly learn to exercise our right to remain silent, letting those who would busily sleep, sleep busily on. From time to time, though, we see them, as we sometimes see ourselves do, sitting bolt upright in sheer terror, realizing that the eaters of the earth and world---those with the agenda and the means to achieve it---aren’t sleeping at all, at all. If we are fortunate enough to enjoy contact with the wild, the natural, even a small part of it, our presence, and our relationship with it is unsettled by survey flagging and other signs of encroachment, or by the noise of machines and the presence of devices always looking for new commodities, new uses. This objection wants to be our objection: “The Grail, is it? Don't be so confounded specific. It's not meant to be 'put to use.' The world is full of things that aren't useful, Heloise.” (James P. Blaylock, The Paper Grail.)

There’s an eye in the sky looking down. There’s an electronic eye in the sky right now, like the Angel of the Lord, looking down, scanning back and forth in multiple bands, going up and down, back and forth, measuring the worth... (Who is all this information for?)

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