Tis Nature’s way for naught to stay forever at a peak,
Ascent will stop when at the top, a trough the curve will seek;
For any plan of son of man or of a mighty nation,
It sure will be, and all will see, in time disintegration.
Waves
13 Monday Feb 2012
Posted in Nature
dnobrienpoetry 
So true, so very true… I often wonder where our current “culture” will be in another 25 years. It seems we’re in that trough….
(Oddly enough, my son and I were just having a phone conversation about an hour ago on this very subject of societal change and impermanence, and how it’s always been so. Your poem fits right in. Synchronicity again, Dennis!)
Maybe we are in a small trough of a wave within a down slope of a longer wave – what stock brokers call a cyclical bear market in a secular bear market – lost you right? 😉 Sorry but I see waves everywhere. With regard to synchronicity, I think we may share a pair of quarks in which case I am probably the evil twin.
I’m not sure where we are right now, Dennis. There is too much glorification of greed and the greedy for me right now, but, as you say, waves peak, then trough and keep rolling toward the future’s shore. I like the old fashioned values best, kindness, forgiveness, hard work, responsibility, caring, putting off until tomorrow in order to have a better tomorrow, a hand of friendship. I’ve spent a lifetime working to make poor Indian Reservations better places. I miss neighborliness like we had when I was young, when all the neighborhood kids could get out on the street and play kick the can as twilight fell and got the Moms to calling for their kids to come home. But who knows really where we are at in the long wave of history? Hopefully it will turn out right, but, as the sorry story of ancient Rome or ancient Greece shows, there’s no guarantee that the glories of nations and peoples will last. The wave keeps rolling.
The world never stops changing Thomas. I hear you are about to have surgery – all the best, I’m recovering myself at the moment from an operation – the joys of advancing years.
How many Golden Ages of the past have we seen fall into nothingness, and yet, do we ever really learn from them? So succinctly said, Dennis.