For some reason, duct tape came into my mind this morning.
I used to say I had to wear duct tape over my mouth when I lived up in Deep River.
As in, Do.Not.Talk.About.Nukes. (Most people in the exceptionally beautiful community on the Ottawa River – surrounded by Nature in stunning beauty & variety – make their livings from the nuclear industry. One simply does not diss nukes in Deep River. It.Is.Not.Done.)
You could call it living in a bubble. Some there know very well they do. (I know, ‘cos several folks said as much to me, without my ever prompting them.)
But then, as far as that goes, we’re all living in a bubble, hmmm?
99.9% of us, seemingly.
(see next post)
Now, I’d had to wear duct tape back in my married years. I was not really able to speak honestly about the truth, the whole truth, & nothing but the whole, real depth of the environmental crisis – what I saw coming for our species, down the road, & what I believed needed to be done about it; how to respond.
One still can’t, not really. Duct tape is still required. Truth is not on the menu, mostly.
Because we are delusional. (see next post)
Duct tape is mighty handy stuff. Don’t go out in a canoe without it!!
One day I was OIAC – out in a canoe – with friends.
A slight mishap occurred, & DT was needed to patch things up.
Fortunately, I’d obeyed my own commandment about when one is OIAC, & had some DT in my day pack.
Duct tape saved the day! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Now I wear (metaphorical) DT 99.9% of the time – because people don’t really want to hear the truth about the extreme perilousness of things on PE (Planet Earth).
Because We Are Delusional. (see next post)
Fortunately, we all have the sanctity, the privacy, the privilege
of our own thoughts.
I don’t have to wear duct tape over my brain, my own thoughts.
I can let it all hang out in there.
Hallelulia for that!
p.s. I decided not to post the We Are Delusional post. ‘cos it’s kind of a rant. I’ll spare everyone that particular (somewhat rage-based) rant. 🙂