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"At both scales of reality—the cosmic metaphysical and the human psychological—the untamed, chaotic unconscious is the mother of the conscious. The latter “eternally struggles to extricate itself from the primal warmth and primal darkness of the maternal womb,” that it may express the potential from which it arises as localized form or explicit thought. The roots of matter and thought thus share the same profoundly wild, oceanic origins as does time."

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A new world mind is growing, like so many blades of grass through the concrete of human tyrannies old and new. The post 9-11 world is proving that it cannot solve its problems and so we must begin to plant seeds of creative possibility for future generations.

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Of course, the question was—after a century and a half of “Social Darwinism” claiming that it was all about competition, from the lowest to the highest—could our world now dominated by the shark-tank rubrics of business, economics, and politics adjust to this astounding news? Could it realize that because of this basic blunder about Darwin’s message, we had, in fact, ended up with dystopia instead of utopia?

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I gather pinecones shuttled onto the path by wind, toss them outside the labyrinth beneath their mother tree.

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