Hives of Worship

I have emerged from my drone state, that is, my previous existence where the rules imposed upon me by society, culture, or “zeitgeist’ must be unquestionably obeyed.

I left the Massachusetts hive for Lynchburg, Virginia, a noticeably different one. I studied it’s past, it’s present. It’s restaurants and scenic vistas.

Then, I realized how fun to explore different places and hear other peoples’ stories. I believe people in the past called this pursuit “history” and “literature.” I call it Adventure!

Compare this reality to my past T.V. generation childhood where public schools told us all cultures are “equal.” An obviously incorrect idea purported as a factual one.

Really, how many Massachusetts people claim ancient Aztec culture ranks right up there side by side with Massachusetts in 2025? 😄

Isn’t that how modern people define “Progressive”? A culture that serves as a testimony to human achievement and advancement?

So, some cultures must ‘progress’ more than others depending how people there define it; and how much effort they commit to the idea.

So, clearly all cultures cannot be equal. Unless you mean by the Roman Empire’s version of equality. “You are all equally subject to us, your masters,” they falsely believed.

Why did my UMASS professors teach me that “all cultures are equal” and that Progress is the goal which inevitably creates inequality? Why is the celebrated “Flagship University” stadium a literal shrine to Coca-Cola??

God, it feels like a wrestling match happening in my head.

One young Massachusetts man I spoke to was so dedicated to his hive, he got angry when I asked him if he enjoyed studying history. He was outraged and offended, suggesting all people living before now were “fascists.”

I am afraid public education in my southern hive has also veered from the prudent path of classical liberal education. When I said to one young man that I moved from New England, he looked concerned and said: “It must be very hard to live in a different country.”

Yes. I realized hours later. It is hard to live in a different country.


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