sometimes something is sublimely satisfying, and I want to try and share it. That’s where I screw up, no one cares, no one wants to know about it
This time it’s an obscure mythos out of a remote tribe of Native Americans. They’d come back from their vision quest, and they were advised not to try and share what they saw on the vision quest, that most people wouldn’t understand. Or maybe no one cared. The only ones proported to understand were the white haired elders. Old people will talk to young people about anything, essentially.
It just fascinates me what deep meaning these tribes had. Europeans came in with their capitalistic nihilism and destroyed all of it. Now it’s like me, useless, obscure, soon to be gone. But I observe it’s passing, because that’s my role
no one cares. I am no one, I am nothing, I am he who cares.
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I’d argue European settlers had their own forms of meaning, though perhaps more doctrinaire and less organic (widespread belief in witchcraft/satanic influence would be one example of that.) The nihilism came later. It’s hard to combine a deep sense of meaning with scientific scepticism.
All things do pass. Some of us remember for a while, and derive some meaning from doing so.
Every time I’ve tried to share my visionary experiences I had on ayahuasca I am met with the realization that those visions were solely for me and nobody else will truly understand them. My own personal peruvian vision quest.