The Last Summer Of Peace

I will forever remember the summer of 2011 — for its beauty, for its light and for its tranquillity, and despite its anger and rage and the prophecy of change that is looming in an atmosphere of disquiet and plight.

This elapsing summer, growing into autumn fast and unforgiving, may have been the last of its kind. For many, in hindsight, last year’s summer already took that place. Earth changes, life changes, we change — it is obvious, taking account of the disasters and transformations this year has seen so far, and the tremors that probably lie ahead.

Maybe this fall won’t be a season of romantic decay and change, but this may still depend on everyone’s attitude — perhaps for the last time here, too — or on their proximity to the events taking place. However, I don’t believe “the end of the world” is near, although it might seem so in the furnace of life’s practicalities and its mundane bustle.

This summer, I remembered many conversations I had with my grandmother who died in the year 2000. Her wisdom was — and still is — unimaginable, she was — and maybe still is — a woman with a wealth of senses and visions. She predicted I would see a world of broken souls, uprooted and dislocated, and this future time would be for those who see and know…

I feel this autumn and the following winter will see more drastic events and mark the beginning of a transformation that is, I am quite sure, still beyond anyone’s imagination. I have more and more dreams of a world that doesn’t resemble the one we live in. In those places, not much mattered other than the sublimity of the mind, and humility…

At this time, I hope we will recognise the possibilities of this transformation and be aware enough to see that Everything we perceive, feel, think and do has profound effects on Everything else, and Everyone else — or in Erwin Schrödinger’s terms, the sum of all minds is One.

On this note, the only constant in life might be change — this sounds inhuman since hardly anyone would embrace change as their way of life. But what if we won’t be able to survive unless we affirm perpetual transformation as the way of life?