Last night in rural Louisiana, there was a super-charged thunderstorm that swept through these backroads.
There were so many flashes of lightning at the peak of this thunderstorm, the sky appeared as a strobe-lit dance floor in the sky.
With a rare event like this, it creates a feeling of smallness and fragility within the human experience–how irrelevant or mortal our physical beings are in relation to the electrified, natural world.
And the booming thunder that follow are like exclamation marks that rattle windows and shake walls.
Flash! Boom! A dance of light and sound, and the awe of sublime power.
The weather’s a changing, and it’s been quite the winter in the southern states of North America. More snow has fallen in the lower southeast than has been seen in more than forty years.
Complement that with the hundred-year drought of California and the most powerful storm ever recorded with the Philippines’ Haiyan, and these are strange days indeed.
So, what gives?
Is this the new normal?
Is this a changing epoch, similar to the Ice Age?
There’s no definitive answer at this moment, except to say that change is inevitable and change’s definitely happening.
One thing for certain, an igloo lifestyle might be pleasant for some, but that’s not my idea of staying cool.
Trends in the arts point to societal hot points. Picasso saw primitive art as a means to discuss our African commonality. Cormac McCarthy writes of a return to tribalism and rugged frontier life.
Something that makes me think of the why and the what we’re doing is how it seems we’re seeking the simplicity of our ancestors.
No tweets or twerks.
What does good art, poetry, literature, film, and music seek?
The essence of who we are. And who we can be. What really matters?
Keep it simple. Appreciate the sublime.