Turmoil. It's interesting how it slides down your tongue and just sits there, waiting for an explanation. All wet and heavy, like a stone that had been freshly plucked from a river.
Home, for example (the word, not the idea of some safe sheltered place) is much dryer than 'turmoil'. It's solid, like a dry red brick in a wall. Something tough and resilient, standing there for all eternity. So much more do we wail when home is swept away.
When turmoil passes, all of our thoughts are almost identical, as if after a flood. As if something big, heavy and wet decides to roll away, move back to where it sprang from. We feel safe and joyous. But whenever we lose our home, it is not unlike the whole world underneath our feet cracked with a thundering roar and caved in, leaving nothingness behind.
No support, no shelter, no past, present or future for us.
Tragedy all depends upon your own viewpoint- the loss of an elephant is tragic to it's pack, but to whichever predator that managed to hunt one down, as well as the scavengers that feast on the flesh of the dead see this as a blessing. So while some people feel lost and beaten without their home, others are able to see the same situation as a new begining, tabula rasa.
These same principles apply to religion as well- most belief systems form around a core of human values based on simple "don't do what you wouldn't want to be done to you" ideas. But these systems also carter to the wishes and goals of a commuity. Wether the group values individuality or similarity, it will be mirrored in the actions the group takes while practicing their faith.
That is all.
Keep calm.
Carry on.
Home, for example (the word, not the idea of some safe sheltered place) is much dryer than 'turmoil'. It's solid, like a dry red brick in a wall. Something tough and resilient, standing there for all eternity. So much more do we wail when home is swept away.
When turmoil passes, all of our thoughts are almost identical, as if after a flood. As if something big, heavy and wet decides to roll away, move back to where it sprang from. We feel safe and joyous. But whenever we lose our home, it is not unlike the whole world underneath our feet cracked with a thundering roar and caved in, leaving nothingness behind.
No support, no shelter, no past, present or future for us.
Tragedy all depends upon your own viewpoint- the loss of an elephant is tragic to it's pack, but to whichever predator that managed to hunt one down, as well as the scavengers that feast on the flesh of the dead see this as a blessing. So while some people feel lost and beaten without their home, others are able to see the same situation as a new begining, tabula rasa.
These same principles apply to religion as well- most belief systems form around a core of human values based on simple "don't do what you wouldn't want to be done to you" ideas. But these systems also carter to the wishes and goals of a commuity. Wether the group values individuality or similarity, it will be mirrored in the actions the group takes while practicing their faith.
That is all.
Keep calm.
Carry on.
