by Ray Jason
I was awoken this morning by a tropical alarm clock – the joyous sound of wild parrots flying above my anchored boat. Their airborne chirping reminded me that the last thing that I heard as I dozed off the night before was also from the non-human world. It was the raucous barking of a troop of howler monkeys.
Perhaps it was because my sleep had been book-ended by these emissaries from the realm of Nature - but I felt radiantly refreshed. Lying in my bunk, I noticed that an amber shaft of equatorial sunlight was resting on my chart table. And there, sitting in the middle of it was a little gecko sunning itself.
A feeling of cleansing jubilation swept over me. It felt like something momentous had transformed the planet as I slept during the night. It was as though the long-rumored pole shift had occurred. But it was not a geographical reversal, it was a philosophical upheaval.
Suddenly, the ordinary people of the world had awoken to the fact that war was not about spreading democracy and ousting hideous tyrants. It was a fraud imposed on the regular people by the irregular people – who are awash in money and power and who benefit obscenely from war.