The nuclear family wasn't named after the bomb, but that it was a good analogy, because it is about as dangerous. In my experience, however, most people can't. It isn't, and wasn't, so much that I have anything against the nuclear family set-up per s e. Because if groups in society are to harmonise, first of all individuals have to be able to get along with one another - obviously. And one area - that of finding a way to live harmoniously with molecular arrangements in the form of fellow human beings, led into theĮxploration of communal living. Philanthropic, but because I really couldn't help it. Not because I was feeling particularly virtuous or Into that harmony also? Why are there wars and pollution and Bankstowns full of used-car lots and Bex-taking housewives?Īnd what can we do, I do, to get back into that flow that carries every other species so easily? I've looked for answers to those questions in many areas concurrently. And inevitably, the question: well why aren't we, human beings, Harmony with every atom and arrangement thereof in creation, human or nonhuman, animate or inanimate.Ĭontact with the buzzing reality of the bush has always aroused such feelings in me of wonder at the balance of nature, and disbelief at human blindness. Which implies, therefore, that the potential for The life-energy which sustains plants and birds and two-toed sloths is also in you and me. Man is undeniably from that same source, via that same evolutionary journey. A multifaceted creation firmly embedded in its original unified energy source. Yet harmonising so naturally with all the other creatures around. So many different entities, each living its own self-centred existence, and Million-celled organism, from entropy into the cascading profusion of shapes and colours and activities and relationships that, somehow, exists. A feeling of the struggle of being alive, of the screaming, twisting journey from pure energy to material form, through evolution from atoms to
Is basic in my own experience of being a creature on this planet. But in me this land touches off something that The bush has always fascinated me - plants evolved to withstand extremes of heat andĭryness, with leathery leaves and hidden flowers, manifesting a subtle beauty, so often missed by newcomers from countries where beauty entails cows in emerald-coloured fields. You can feel it in the bush, in the golden light before sunset, in the silence of the desert plains. Offered here as a kind of case history with a happy ending.Īustralia is an ancient country. You could hear a similar story from thousands of Australians about their lives over the past few years. It is certainly not unique, except in detail.
This is a story about my experiences with communal living.
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