Just as there is great darkness, that lurks in the corridor of street lamps, dimly lit- within the fragile heart , so does tremendous light shine on the other side of the earth, in the corners . While reading
Confessions of An Economic Hit man I am reminded as in many of the economic courses I have taken, that much of economics is hotly debated, and with the statistics of mathematics employed, much of data about economic progress and the wonders of
capitalistic functions (e.g.
modernization to the masses) in developing countries are falsely
marginalized gains. We teach that economic theories on supply and demand, and new
technologies, and roads, and nuclear plants, and dams, and oil refineries popping up like
starbucks in poor countries across the globe, ridden with debt from agencies like the World Bank & IMF, by principal powers like the United States, and its European
counterparts, that the freedom of information, that markets with no
restrictions, are the future. But, just as darkness is illuminated, so karma is a complicated concept. No machine can detect the hate in ones heart. Ignoring the grave
consequences to the delicate balance of species, the indigenous populations, cases such as that of Java, Somalia, Iran, Ecuador, Nicaragua, Mexico and the many more across the globe. The happenings of Japan after 1951, after the Chinese liberation from American influence in the 1950s, the failure of backing against the Communist Contras in Nicaragua, the failure in
Venezuela after Hugo Chavez was elected; like the darkness the spells out from man, so does a thunderous light exist inside. The ancient truths are not
obsolete in the world, but the sorrow of man is engulfed in vibrations even in the rain clouds. Man is not a single entity, but a link of chains. Though he does not see it, karma is
ingrained into nature. Like the
Chandgoya Upanishad says; rebirth is a very hazy and complicated mess (to
paraphrase). But make no doubt, man is not just a single entity, the spark within is not just
hocus pocus, or made to make Christians, Jews, and Muslims feel better about their living life. You are a single mortal frame, that walks under tremors. The fragility of life is forgotten in the pursuit. I remember reading about a farmer who wrote without editing, with confusing sentences, and raw grammar(meaning incorrectly put together predicates and what not), who according to even Truman Capote- was a farmer at heart- well, he won the Nobel Prize in literature in early 1960s. ...
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