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The terrain used to be sacred.

Your house, the hill, the woods, the town. The distant tower or the mountain was the axis mundi. Over there, across the water or down the road was outside.

We've stripped away the sanctity from the land. Every place looks like every other place. Carefully antiseptically contrived and branded and marketed to be comfortably familiar non-places.

We worship abstract unrealities now. Untethered in time or tradition or ideology. adrift and amorphous and isolated and neurotic.

All the better to sell us single non-transferable use sacrements in disposable plastic packaging.

The only responsible reaction is to rebel against purity. Find meaning in ambiguity and individuality. Bind your days and seasons and hours in rituals and wards against the amnesia of capital.