The dreams of the Old World are no more.

The arbiters of those dreams will try and convince otherwise… Nothing to see here, everything is OK, get back to work.

Meanwhile, a divided and fractured body politic remains in a perpetual state of war, seeing past one another, wildlife extinctions are on a startling incline, and the environment, as a whole, steadily inches toward catastrophes of one form or another.

Nothing to see here, everything is OK, get back to work. And many — far too many — who take the bait, wanting nothing more than for things to be how they used to be.

No self-respecting human with eyes to see wants things to go back to how they used to be. Do you?

As the controlled demolition of modern society continues to unfold, guided by the loving hands, poets down through the ages have tried to give words to, we now have the ability to dream new dreams — and act on them.

A call to kindness.

A call to community.

A call to sustainable agriculture and dignified environmental stewardship.

A call to unified nations.

A call to beauty on this jewel of a planet.

It’s happening now my friends. First, in the silent chamber of your heart and then, expressed in the local space, even in very small ways.

Remember: Noah built an arc. He did not go around trying to wake up the sleeping masses.

Let them sleep, and follow the instructions of your heart with unrelenting fortitude and courage.

We are the builders of the New World to come.

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As always: take what is useful for your current set of circumstances and human journey, and leave the rest behind.