Planet Soul
Gods and Histories at War in America
The monsters are surfacing, and we wait to see who will win
Because the fundamental character of human existence is jagged, nonlinear, and complex rather than simple, and every person is a mystery, most especially to themselves, finding a narrative that makes sense of the world is mostly a child’s game of playing pin the tail on the donkey while blindfolded—it’s arbitrary.
Sure, there are poets, prophets, singers, writers, preachers, comedians, and revolutionaries the dots are illuminated for, those who tell us a story about the world in which we can see ourselves, a story that make sense of things. But this still mostly only works in fiction, where a handful of dissonant characters find themselves converging on some unexpected road together, brought together for some cosmic purpose. Real life is not so easily plotted. We are not characters in Stephen King’s The Stand or a TV show like Lost.
The world is unfolding in a way that feels almost too tightly plotted to be real.
This is why attempts to find an easy sense of order and coherence largely elude and frustrate us. Until they don’t. And life happens in such a way as to blur the lines between whether we are acting or…
