Ah nostalgia.
What a funny concept. Longing for a time once past. When things were simple, easier. When things made sense. A lot of the times, people become nostalgic for an era or locality of previous centuries. To have lived in the Italian renaissance. To have explored the oceans amongst the vikings. To walk like an egyptian. All stories we tell ourselves, that would have been so much better. But would it really?
Sure we live in incredibly trying times, but trying like those people before us? Try living without access to a constant variety of produce, the modern wonder that is the supermarket. Or better yet, electricity. The lights cut out for a miniscule amount of time, and we’re plunged into the middle ages. Literally everything grids to a halt. Efficiency, even in our own homes, nosedives to a wholesome 0. We almost cease to exist. But thats our way, we’ve grown up on a being in constant ease. Everything is but a whisper away. Just the single act of making a cup of tea, would be insane for the mind of an 8th century king. Imagine having boiled water within seconds, convenient bags of tea leaves, so not to taint the tea tasting experience, and cold milk, a fridge door away. We are the ease of access generation. And that’s boring. That’s why these people, they’re looking. Looking for something. Something to make them feel alive. Something that gets them attention. Noticed, appreciated. Something to make them believe, something to show them purpose, show them direction. They built the James Webb- for what? What are they looking for when they look up into the heavens? “They are looking for proof. Material proof of what they fear.Proof that this universe has a beginning. That it had a beginner, that it has a Creator. And everytime they look, it gets more and more vast.” -Hamza Yusuf.
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