Sunny Side of the Street

A cooler more reflective voice cautions that in many ways there is nothing new under the sun, that it has always been a few, very few, who over the centuries have pointed toward a brighter light, a sunnier side of the street, and tho their words have been duly noted and distributed, and acknowledged as containing the noblest of truths and wisdom, the follow thru, the execution, the implementation, of these ideas has proceeded at a glacial pace, also duly noted over the centuries. It appears that the best we have now has to be the baseline upon which the best we may have tomorrow will build. Lots of bricks and lots of time to realize our vision, which seems, on the face of the investment we’ve been making for the last couple of centuries, rather lacking in clarity and end game perspectives. As noted elsewhere, the limbic brain has a really large hammerlock on our rational brain, and the effort that the rational brain (with coaching assistance from the Spiritual Mind) must exert to win back some autonomy is nothing short of Herculean. We have The Rule of Law, which in this country may be our most basic ratchet toward cultural evolution, but it too moves in mysterious ways, and certainly not in a straight line. Perhaps my restlessness is simply the outer form of impatience, which of course reveals how much I am tied in to the physical form rather than the eternal formlessness of Spirit. On the (Spiritual) Sunny Side of the street, the limbic brain v. rational brain conflict seems little more than antics, perhaps best characterized by Willy:

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

(Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5)