Wassail, traveler, and welcome to The Gable Grey -- a place of retreat, of renewal, and of resistance: a tree-shaded refuge in Dark Times. Now pass the threshold, and rest from journeys! For a cold wind is blowing; and here, if you wish, you may hear tidings of the world without...

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Uncivilisation: The Dark Mountain Project

I have posted a new link in the TEOTWAWKI section, called 'The Dark Mountain Project.'  Follow the link to the Manifesto, if you will.  But be warned:  it is a challenge to the way we all think and view the world.  Do not continue if you do not wish your beliefs challenged, or if you find uncomfortable the thought of a disruption of and total end to your mode of existence. 

However, if (like me) you feel humanity is undergoing a definitive change, but cannot quite put your finger on what is happening and what you should be doing:  then by all means, follow the link Beyond the Pale.  The Manifesto is a long read, but well worth it.  I will talk more of Dark Mountain later, if and when I can discuss it with those I know of the Remnant.

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Whiles carried o'er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.

-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"