What One Really Ought To Do
Reflection on a farm. It occurs to me that every time I scribble something in my notebook, compose these very words you are reading; every brush-stroke or burned-line I make onto a picture-plane; every lunch I have with someone I love; or walk I take in the mountains; or time I paddle-out over a rocky, kelpy, living reef, hunting a wave-ride, I am, consciously or sub-consciously, answering the question that, perhaps, is at the root of human consciousness, and which has haunted me since childhood. "What should I do with my life?" As I sit watching the colors change to light over the Jerusalem Grade, I reflect on the book "Debt: The First Five-thousand Years" that I am making my way through for the third time on audiobook during this-summer's walkabouts. (Driveabouts). In it, all sorts of fascinating, underlying, and often invisible truths about our social fabric are laid bare. Debt, David Graeber points out, ...