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...

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

In the Water, in the Earth, in the Air

Today I unsheathed Ringil... that is, I took my bike out for a ride.  It's a gorgeous February day, really too gorgeous for February, but one must take advantage whilst one can.  Ringil knifed through the warm breezes like blue ice.  I wanted to check out the house that burned a few nights ago, and to sneak up near the bustle of 16th Avenue, to check on the price of gas at our nearest Exxon.  (It is 3.05.)

Spring is not here, not yet; but Change (capital "C") is afoot.  If you haven't noticed it, or felt it, you're not paying attention.  Galadriel speaks of the great changes coming to Middle-earth, in her introductory monologue to The Lord of the Rings film.  Our world is undergoing a similar transition, though we are not willingly destroying our One Ring of Power.  It is being taken from us, even as we have (through its constant use) become wraiths ourselves, and slaves to its power.  We are losing our Ring, and we will never stop hunting for it, or for those who for a time may possess it.

I speak of course of Oil.  There is a Spike going on at the moment, due to the unpleasantness in Libya and further uncertainties about the viability of the House of Saud.  Doubtless this is merely just that -- a spike; and prices will ease after the murderous thug Qaddafi is finally hung from a utility pole, and the Libyan military moves in to secure Order.  Not Order for the Libyans, mind you, but rather an Orderly flow of the Devil's blood out of the country and into southern Europe.  True, Tripoli and Benghazi may get democracy, but the people of the Middle East should not be so ready to embrace democracy.  After all, they got democracy in Iraq; and what a resounding success that is!!!  But who can blame the Libyans, or the Egyptians, or the Bahrainis, or the Yemenis, for wanting a democracy of their own?  After all, most Americans still equate Democracy with Liberty.  Why, I myself am only recently come to D.A. (Democracy Awareness).  The propaganda for democracy has been vomited forth upon our society for the better part of fifty years, with resounding success.

If I sound like some right-wing Libertarian nut-job, well, I can only nod my head in agreement.  I've come so far from my post-University political outlook that I hardly know who I am any more. 

It is not yet summer, but the world is already aflame.  A word to the wise:  keep your nose to the wind.  Mend your fences.  Decide what you want to keep in this life, and what is best left behind.  A great Turning is taking place, but it is happening in fits and starts, and usually in slow motion.  Therefore, most people do not see it.  Nevertheless, make no mistake:  the world as we have known it is history.  In this new paradigm, there are opportunities to survive, and to thrive... for the wise.

Late is the hour.

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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"