Midwinter. Early morning. Outside the first light of dawn chases the receding darkness. I slip into the water. Its crisp coldness is a shock. Then, without my having to give instruction, my body kicks in. It knows what to do in water. Feet kicking, arms stroking rhythmically. Before I have even recovered from the shock of the coldness, I am gliding through the water.
Pondering purpose and, more significantly, the lack of it. I am persuaded that the greatest threat to civilization today, is purposelessness. “Surely not,” you demur. “What about Islamic extremism, terrorism, human trafficking, alcoholism, addiction, greed”… the list goes on and on and on.
I propose that all these are symptoms rather than causes. They are the physical evidence of a far greater, hidden, internal malaise, affecting the entire body of mankind. And it is a malaise unto death.