One man slaughters his prey. Yet in losing his wonder, he knows he has lost his soul. Another man is devoured by animals. Yet in losing his fear, he discovers he has found his place. If we've actually started believing that the flashing lights of cyberspace are an authentic world, films like these can help us regain a little consciousness of reality. For many urban dwellers, stepping from the fabricated world into the real deal is like stepping ashore with Columbus - breathtaking yet terrifying.
This week, I set off hiking from Ixtlan de Juarez in Oaxaca into the surrounding mountains. I crunched over dry leaves and twigs until the sounds of human settlement vanished. I brushed through tall grasses and saplings till I had no sense of which direction I'd come from or which way I'd been going. I sat down on a rocky outcrop, just to fully experience that place and that moment. The wind hummed across the pines above me. Birds chirped and whistled in the meadow before me. I picked up a shiny brown acorn and ran my fingers over its silky smooth surface. I plucked out a long red blossom and sniffed at its subtle sweetness. When its fertile stamen tickled my nose, I smushed it open to reveal ivory-colored splashes like a Japanese print. Who travels farther: the person who goes from one airport to a nearly identical one across the planet or the one who sits still to open a flower and the door to another world?
Consider the lyrics of the old hippie song "Rocky Mountain High."
Don't make or take any excuses for not uncovering your primal spiritual self. This is why you are here.