From b5496dbd0fb2c79b72a44853c48005c3f1b26862 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: luxagraf Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2021 08:03:55 -0400 Subject: added some notes and the prologue sketch --- glb-notes.txt | 3 +++ glb.txt | 5 +++++ 2 files changed, 8 insertions(+) diff --git a/glb-notes.txt b/glb-notes.txt index 1457f09..34fc2c1 100644 --- a/glb-notes.txt +++ b/glb-notes.txt @@ -1,3 +1,6 @@ +https://www.ecosophia.net/america-and-russia-tamanous-and-sobornost/ + + The first stirrings of the American great culture are fainter at this point—not surprising, as its flowering will likely be quite a bit further in the future, and we have a second pseudomorphosis to get through first. One measure of that faintness is that there isn’t yet a good clear English word for the theme that already differentiates American culture from those of other societies. Since the land keeps radiating its basic influence while peoples come and go, I’ll borrow a term from Chinook jargon—the old trade language of the northwest quarter or so of native North America, which was once spoken from northern California to Alaska and from the Pacific Ocean to the eastern slopes of the Rockies—and speak of tamanous. Tamanous—that’s pronounced “tah-MAN-oh-oose,” by the way—is the guardian spirit of the individual, and also his luck and his destiny. In a great many Native American cultures, finding and establishing a sacred relationship with one’s tamanous, via various traditional practices, is the primary religious act a person can engage in, an essential part of achieving adulthood and thus something that most people do as a matter of course. The result is a religious vision unlike any other, in which the personal relationship between the individual and an equally unique and individualized spiritual power takes center stage. diff --git a/glb.txt b/glb.txt index e69de29..b6d7490 100644 --- a/glb.txt +++ b/glb.txt @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +Great Lakes Book + +Prologue + +A man plants trees and hemp so that someone of his descendants will be able to build tall ships. We meet him as he comes out of a lawyer's office in Milwalki, the cold spring wind is blowing down the street. The lake is still frozen, icy clouds billow in the wind. The snow on the ground is patchy though. He drives out to his land is walking among the young trees and fields cleared for hemp. Oak trees and pigs, he's a pig farmer. Regenerative ag. His farm is growing trees for an ark his descendants will build. Long view. Re-incarnation view. -- cgit v1.2.3-70-g09d2