a friend of mine, a poet and playwright, says that busy-ness is the death of ideas. i think she is right. when one hurries through his day, it pushes past him in the opposite direction, at the exact same speed. ideas that are born fall behind, recede like signposts in a rearview mirror, forgotten before they can grow into the present moment.
every time i sit down to write something, i think about this. a hundred signposts a day pass me by. i could write about each one for days. a dangling light switch, if i take the time to stop, turns into life without electricity, without the sparks of energy it provides as supplement to a human’s own, to warm bodies and cool food, turns into the necessary ecological footprint of a hospital and the massive quantities of power required to allow a human body to repair itself, that the footprint is directly proportional to the inefficiency of our best technology to replacing the elegant physiology our bodies have developed over millennia, how we need to split the atom to provide the energy for the dialysis that a kidney can silently perform if fed a few apples, turns into the moral turmoil of the nephrologist after he brought dialysis to india, because his country needed clean water more than it did expensive treatment, into the tension between caring for one single human and society at the same time.
a dozen more things just passed by. a butterfly flew into my tukul. a locust is crawling up my wall. the logistician just poked his head in and told me about a new measles case. a visiting cook from khartoum, here to improve the food, walked past. it’s difficult to know where to stop and begin. i have only an hour every few days to pick one, hurriedly type it down in one copy, then send it. the other ones, equally as worthy, move into the past.
it is frustrating. i want to bring you here. to show you. not just to better your understanding of the place, but because it would increase mine. words are twice removed from reality, pictures and videos are too flat, embedded in the past. i want to share a consciousness of the present.
it appears we are working towards that. this blog is evidence. so too google, so too facebook, so too the cellphone buds in our ears. connected. more and more all of the time. none of the means are perfect, none allow us to truly share. not yet. but evolution is a continuous process.
the only thing i am not sure of, looking around the world here and seeing the congruence between people and their environment, is if we are moving towards something new, or trying to regain something worthwhile that we have lost.