Othernature povestiri

We all pass a time in our life when we feel drowned in the blues with depression whether we like it or not. It makes us feel like crying. And it is best to let our tears flow. No one has learnt swimming without ever tasting the suffocation and the desperate pain of being drowned. Poems are exclusively mine. Comments are welcomed

Why does mass protest continually fail to fundamentally change the direction of the modern world? Maybe if we were as large as International Corporations... Protest passes, but Power is permanent. It is our form of social organisation that is failing us. Across the generations, attempts to undo injustice, poverty and inequality are continually thwarted as the problems re-appear. As the generations pass, the progress is undone, from Martin Luther King to Black Lives Matter, from the Great Depression to the Credit Crunch, from Spanish Flu to the Coronavirus. Life must be a road, not a roundabout. There is an ancient and universal value that can provide the means to assure permanent progress. It is contained in the social history of people before property. Before official time there exists an other nature. There is something other that is native to us. We may alter native. The solution proposed here has always been in existence, hiding in plain sight. It is new in that it is not currently practiced. It is ancient in that it existed everywhere. It has been buried for a reason. It is a proposal for continuation versus extinction. Word of an Other Nature will be published soon. I will post preview extracts here.