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August 06, 2003
What Rough Beast?*

Again, I think we have to ask ourselves, is this who we want to be?

Considering the failure of this country to win this place as a free and open society based upon the production of useful, innovative, life-affirming technology, I'd say no. As this column makes clear, we've built our 'hyper-power' status on the ability to deliver death anywhere in the world.

I have one of those insulated holders for bottled water. It's sitting next to me right now and I can see the words on the side.

This is not the life I ordered.

From the second section of the column on, this is a compelling discussion on the nature of international power and the forces that exist, or arise, to balance it.

*

The Second Coming (W.B. Yeats)

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

(Note: In spite of the biblical flavor of this poem, I don't believe the "second coming" is at hand. I don't believe in those things. However, I do, however, believe that 'what goes around, comes around' and I think our hubris is headed for a fall.)

Posted by AnneZook at 08:05 AM


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