Beware of Greeks....

"How sweet 'tis to roam by the sunny Suir stream,
And hear the dove's coo 'neath the morning's sunbeam.
Where the thrush and the robin their sweet notes combine
On the banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin.

Flow on, lovely river, flow gently along.
By your waters so sweet sounds the lark's merry song.
On your green banks I'll wander where first I did join
With you, lovely Molly, the Rose of Mooncoin.

Here I am at Mooncoin, Co Kilkenny, where we have the use of a more convenient place for Fiona to recover from her hip operation. No gannets, but still the tide flows not far away in the beautiful river Suir. We have had some perfect evenings for wandering on its banks, though I fear a contemporary swoon with lovely Molly is hardly on the cards; the sweet notes of the thrush and the robin, the lark's merry song  are being drowned out by the ghastly roar of jet skis and speed boats zooming around in circles, which one can hear a mile away. I wonder if there are any larks left nowadays anyhow. I vividly recall how the sky would sometimes ring with them in my boyhood, and I would peer up, enchanted, trying to spot those blythe spirits, but now for years I have heard none.

      Yet there is still much beauty in the world. Our Luke and David are taking a spin to old haunts in Co Donegal, and send back photos full of memories for me, such as this one of Malin Beg Uig. It is very peaceful here, but the Uig is wide open to the south; still, sometimes in fine weather I would leave my fishing boat there, to save the steam down from Teelin when salmon fishing. One day, with engine trouble, I just managed to get into the Uig, where I managed to find a mechanic to fix it. We were moored a little to seaward of where the punt is in Luke's photo, and a breeze got up from the south to send a jopple in. The mechanic, very delighted to get his feet back on concrete, leaped ashore with alacrity which combined with a wave to tip myself into the sea. John and Jerry, the crew, were on the slip. John was afraid I would drown and rushed to help me out. Jerry laughed and said 'Do ye think we'll get rid of the fecker that easily?' This English public school-educated (albeit by catholic monks, which makes quite a difference) bloke was evidently a bit of a 'Greek' to him!

    Our favourite berths for a drift were off Malin Mor or Glen Heads, but of course you had to compete to get to the good spots. I started off with the second-hand traditional half-decker Cnoc Mor, double-ended, clinker built; a Viking boat with a diesel engine plonked in it. It was the lively evenings with a fresh breeze that were good for fishing with those old 15mesh deep nets, which the fish could see and easily dodge beneath in calm weather, and besides it was illegal to fish in daylight. On this basis, the fishery had been the mainstay of many a livelihood for years, with a nice country home and a biteen of land!
 

     After clattering down past Carrigeen Head and Slieve League a few times, the water could be seen squirting up between the boards under the cuddy floor as the Cnoc Mor bounced off the waves. The question was, when I came back aboard to her in the afternoon on the mooring in Teelin, whether the water would have got into the reduction gear, and I would have to change the oil in it as well as pump all that water out. It took a while to get around to such a sophistication as an automatic electric pump, and even then, it didn't always work!

    Eventually I managed to finance a new, semi-displacement Ocean Tramp, built of GRP, the Screig n'Iolar. She let no water in, and could batter down to Malin Mor Head in half the time. These were boom times, in the '70s. Too bad there were 65' trawlers, financed by BIM, coming out of Burtonport and shooting up to 20 miles of nets. Enlightenment also meant that, instead of being rewarded with a bounty, fishermen were now to be breaking the law if they were to cull the seals. The upshot of it all was that before long we were feeding more fish to the seals than we were landing. 

     Technology 'came to the rescue', with nets becoming available which were much harder for the fish to see, and deeper too; they worked in daylight, but were illegal. Some fishermen took to hoods and slash hooks to fight off the Navy's ribs, and there were shots fired at fishermen; but now the game was up. Between such travails, pollution in rivers and whatever was happening on the high seas beyond our ken, the coastal salmon fishery was destroyed. If you want to eat salmon now, you will have to settle for a pale shadow of the real thing, reared in a polluting fish concentration camp.

    'Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes'’ - Beware of Greeks Bearing Gifts - was Virgil's take on The Iliad and those clever Greeks. The problem is as old as European civilisation. Even the Greeks themselves, as the story of Prometheus shows, were aware of the problematic nature of mankind's technological aspirations; however, St Paul tells us how the cross of Jesus was mere folly to them. From Galilee, that other great source of our civilisation, we hear Jesus saying, according to St John, 'It is the Spirit that giveth life, the flesh availeth nothing!' However he also said 'Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you,' affirming humanity's quests, only insisting that they be grounded in the Spirit. Europe and the Catholic Church have been struggling to get the right balance ever since.

    In the last couple of centuries, the tension has been building. Our civilisation now generally thinks with the Greeks, that the Cross is mere folly. We glory above all in our technological prowess. We pride ourselves on asserting 'the flesh'. We complain that the Church of Christ is life-denying, even while paying lip-service to wisdom. Meanwhile, while we tend to put our faith in sanitizer rather than holy water and our churches stand empty, our city is busy destroying itself. But unlike Zeus, our God is not bent on punishing us, and perhaps even science itself might come to our help?

    I am thinking of the new physics, and the revelation that while Newtonian or Greek physics, or however one describes viewing the world as made of fixed and static particles, has a certain utility, things are not actually like that. We are now told that the world is an interplay of infinite energies, a dance of waves that may have its rhythms but is not constricted by time or place; at least, such is my very limited understanding of quantum physics. So yes, even science might come to realise that the spirit alone availeth, and we might even find believers again who can cast out devils and heal the sick!

    We will find no new hope unless we repent of foolish ways of thinking. We have to start by debunking the idols and learning to love our enemies. Considering what a dreadful wreck we have been making of the world, especially for those on the wrong end of our extravagant fantasies, we might even learn to understand where the likes of the Taliban are coming from. We might at last learn a bit of humility. We do need leaders with a sense of context, not 'meritocratic' experts who make it by fiercely swotting, concentrating on their limited sphere of expertise, proud of their 'scientific objectivity' while it has a curious habit of aligning with certain financial and commercial interests.

    We might even learn to listen to the likes of those 'backward, uneducated, conservative, deplorable' people who ask, while they watch the surge in Covid infection following hard on the roll-out of vaccines, does it not appear that there must be a connection? How can the great and good be so sure that the vaccines are not pushing the variants? Are they not rather something in the line of a Trojan Horse? Well, no doubt it will take 20 years or so to be sure, one way or the other. Meanwhile, it's looking to me like another case of the 'war on terror'. It has taken 20 years or so for the realisation to dawn that it has only succeeded in pushing terrorism deeper and wider; but many still refuse to recognise this even now. Give us a break!

The 'Anna M' entering Teelin Bay, by Nutan

     

One of Them.

            

Beating to the Fastnet Rock

     August blues, the summer and also our life on Sherkin are slipping away. We are in the 'no man's land' between houses. Recovering from cancer treatment, my sense of the shortness of life is sharpened again. I look back over the last  half century, that in one sense has slipped away so quickly, and in another seems a long time. 

      All along, ‘America’ has been ‘fighting the good fight’, expending unimaginable amounts of blood and treasure in the noble cause of democracy and freedom. Don’t we all love that cause? But in spite of vastly overwhelming military superiority, it has been a story of failure. After Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan, is it not about time we asked ourselves why do things keep turning out like this? Is there some underlying epistemological mistake? Do we need a different approach? Any chance of a reboot? 

       It should take no great wisdom to realise that bombs and bullets do not win hearts and minds, and even that ‘if a man were to try to buy love, contempt is all he would gain’. While from time to time lip-service is paid to such sentiments, one must conclude that our managers are not really interested in them, but that what really interests them is money and power. Never mind your hearts and minds; this kind of power bases itself on fear, and naturally finds an enemy very useful, both to provide cover and to put the wind up supporters and victims alike. Fear and hatred of an enemy enable the extortion of vast amounts of money, and after all the purpose of doing so is served by one great long failure much better than by quick success!

 

      Now it seems we are embarked on another kind of war, against that diabolical virus! Again, success is proving elusive. Again, the rich are very much better off than the poor, and the mega-rich are making vast amounts of money out of it. This time there is an even bigger power-grab going on, while fear of that alien enemy is proving a very useful tool indeed to some people. Again, the Powers will be boasting that things are going fine and victory is just around the corner. But supposing we were really serious about winning all these wars, how might we set about it? There was that talk about loving your enemies, though apparently it did not get very far.

  

         Against a deluge of propaganda, where does a layman such as myself start? It is only by sifting and comparing the statements of experts that we can make some kind of a start. Mr Paul Reid, chief executive of the Health Service here in Ireland, while celebrating the ‘phenomenal’ take-up of vaccines on the radio, professed to be "very conscious" to ensure that parents and guardians of 12- to 15-year-olds "think about it carefully and receive the right advice about vaccination.” 

 

          How can anyone honestly think it in the interest of such youngsters to be vaccinated?  According to the HSE itself, ‘The risk of severe Covid-19 illness for children is low, with a hospitalisation rate in Ireland for those with no underlying conditions of less than 1 in 100,000.’  The notion that it will prevent them spreading infection to their seniors only makes some kind of sense if one thinks in terms of ‘herd immunity’; it’s precisely that sort of thinking that we who see life in personal terms must reject.

 

         Anyway according to a report in the Guardian on 11/08/21, Prof Sir Andrew Pollard, the head of the Oxford Vaccine Group, said in evidence to MPs that Reaching herd immunity is “not a possibility” with the current Delta variant, and the fact that vaccines did not stop the spread of Covid meant reaching the threshold for overall immunity in the population was “mythical”. 

          Each individual  has their own circumstances and their own immune system. A rational response to the virus involves  considering the circumstances in which people are living and also the state of their personal immune systems. What makes some people’s immune system so much more effective than other’s might indeed involve considerable speculation, but does not seem to figure in the societal response to the pandemic.

 

         For my part, in refusing a vaccination, I am also declining to be part of any herd. I am aware that sooner or later I will probably run into some coronavirus, just as I reckon to run into a cold or flu every winter. I do not deny that this covid is more of a challenge. I hope to be able to overcome it, with the help of God and his gifts, in which incidentally I include medical science as well as homeopathy. At all events, as I replied to someone who complained that ‘I was one of them’ - the anti-vaxers - , ‘Somebody has to do it’!  However long it takes, I expect that the war on the pandemic will eventually transpire to be yet another dreadful mistake, and I hope that there will be someone around to show that there is another way! 

 

 
 

Farewell to Sherkin

photos by Fiona

     August is here, and a glorious summer is going into decline. It seems it will be our last summer in Sherkin, and a precious memory it will remain, while Fiona and I are taking the opportunity to move to the third house of a clachan in West Clare, where our two eldest sons live with their families in the other two. We shall be 'blow-backs' there, since we lived there for 18 years or so before we moved to Sherkin. The move may be described as 'circling the wagons' for our old age and indeed the difficult times ahead for all of us, but I am hopeful  it will facilitate in various ways the practical ambitions that have been outlined in this blog. It may also be described as another step in over half a century's quest for a more sustainable way of life, involving wider and deeper family and community engagement.

    We are sad to be leaving Sherkin and its people, where we have had a very happy 16 years, and especially so since we are only lately enjoying the improvements we have long worked at; but such is this life, mainly a matter of journeying, rather than actually arriving!  I enjoy a strong sense of being on a quest, ever since the 1960s, which might also be described as a great circle. Intimations of the Apocalypse have always haunted humanity, but we are pretty good at pushing them to the back of our minds most of the time. Perhaps youth and old age share an enhanced liability in failing to do so, and my life has coincided with an historical circle in this respect. Those who chose to think about things suffered great dread then too, more from nuclear catastrophe than anything else, but by 1970 the realisation was gaining ground that our civilisation was on an unsustainable trajectory anyway.

    Not that the widening gyres commenced there of course. Dread of disaster took on a more universal, total nature with the advent of the technological age and the First World War. As the London-Welsh poet David Jones put it with gentle under-statement in his preface to In Parenthesis, his most evocative account of life in the trenches:- 'That our culture has accelerated every line of advance into the territory of physical science is well appreciated - but not so well understood are the unforeseen, subsidiary effects of this achievement.' Yet how could one possibly describe the mechanised hell of that kind of warfare as an achievement? 

    Perhaps Long Covid is like Post Traumatic Stress, in that it leaves the sufferers unable to suppress anxiety and dread? Maybe a problem they share is that they find themselves no longer believing in the doctrines of Supreme Scientific Progress! Well, the first thing my father did when he had come out of the army and regained a bit of freedom, after the Second World War, was to find a little sailing boat. It is surely to the engrossing engagement which sailing involves with the more manageable chaos of the sea, leaving little space for more remote anxieties, that it owes much of its therapeutic quality; even if this chaos overpowers us, at least it does so naturally, and gives us a fighting chance to overcome it!

    But where may we find a thorough-going alternative to the doctrine of Scientific Progress, that still conditions so many minds? Is it possible to come to satisfactory terms with it, as indeed we might say that the Catholic Church has been attempting to do, especially since the Second Vatican Council. Here as in so many ways, the hopes of the 1960s faded; fifty years later, it may be much more generally acknowledged that, for instance, the ‘3.4 million aircraft sorties and 30 billion pounds of munitions, which killed some 2 million civilians and wounded 5 million more'* did not constitute an intelligent response to the threat of communism in Vietnam, let alone a humane or justifiable one. As for threatening to blow the whole world to bits.... The question today is, are our responses to current threats, such as the pandemic and climate change, any more intelligent? Am I so very far astray in thinking that throwing vaccines at the pandemic is not unlike throwing bombs at communism?

    Can anyone seriously imagine that our culture, let alone our politics, are on a radically better footing today? We must at last really try to understand what was behind those monumental blunders, for as is often said, those who do not learn from the mistakes of history are destined to repeat them. Theology might be described as the attempt to codify the lessons of the human journey; as such, it is the Queen of the sciences. Indeed one mighn't think so, from the way some of its representatives carry on, but in truth it is supremely concerned with how we are to live in harmony with each other and with nature, while discovering that such an ability comes as a gift from Beyond, and the more we cling to our own limited notions of it, the more elusive it becomes. Meanwhile, many bright sparks really think it is just about angels dancing on pins and so on!

    This move I hope heralds more movement in the practical effort to get that old schooner of mine back in the water, with an electric drive.The blog did not set out to stray so far into the strange business of trying to take an holistic view of life, but it is not for nothing do we use such language as 'embarking on a voyage' when it comes to shaping up to such times as ours.

*https://tomdispatch.com

A Third Way?

    Anyone following this blog will have seen how I have consistently done my bit to call out the lies of Mr Johnson and his cronies, not to mention Donald Trump, without however labouring the point too much, since I set out neither particularly concerned with British nor American politics.  Remorselessly, principally via Brexit and then covid, I have been sucked into being so.

     President Trump revealed himself most starkly, I have said, in three monstrous lies:- that climate change is an empty myth, that covid is 'a hoax', and that in fact he won that election. Yet as it happens I also believe the monumental assault on the very idea of truth that we are suffering has deeper roots than right-wing politics.

     Consider two core beliefs of the other, 'progressive' crowd, with regard to abortion and homosexual 'marriage'; in common with previous generations and all major religious traditions, I consider it undeniable that the former is the willful destruction of a vulnerable human life and as such cannot be termed a 'right', and also that it is a lie to characterise a relationship between two persons of the same sex as 'marriage'.  The impact of the dramatic and sudden reclassification of these fundamental human functions, in spite of all previous conceptions, was bound to be immensely destabilising, and indeed destructive of the very idea of truth. Nowadays, apparently, there is only to be 'your truth' and 'my truth'.

     Until he failed so dismally to stand up against the Brexit bandwagon, I entertained some hope that Sir Keir Starmer might manage to bring about a change of direction across the water. One phrase of his in a tweet today completes the disillusion. He refers to 'Holocaust deniers, anti-vaxxers and people harmful to public interest'. Wow! I hadn't realised that things were that bad, as I lead my somewhat sheltered island life.

It's not however as sheltered as it might have been lately. This last week I have been to hospital in Cork every day for radiotherapy. I am taken by a wonderful voluntary outfit, Cancer Connect, sometimes by car and sometimes by minibus. So far so good, but one of the drivers, on learning that I am not vaccinated, said 'oh, you're one of them!', meaning evidently one of the anti-social types refusing vaccination. 'Somebody has to do it!' was my reply. Again, I have set out my reasoning in recent blogs. What I want to discuss in this one is the possibility of a third way emerging, beyond left and right. It turns out that this irremediably politicised pandemic provides a pretty good lens through which to do so.

The fact that, albeit eventually and reluctantly, I have accepted radiotherapy for this prostate cancer, demonstrates that I have an open mind about medical science, and am very ready to agree that there are many caring professionals out there whose experience, together with the knowledge behind it, have to be respected even if not always agreed with; I also think that they are subject to massive commercial influences which they may not even recognise themselves, and what's more that their whole training and mindset is conditioned by the Cartesian split, which pits reason and science against spiritual reality. It was how the western world chose to proceed into the modern age, by hiving reason and faith off into separate compartments (and frequently then binning faith).

I do not categorically reject the use of vaccination, anymore than I dismiss scientific knowledge, vitiated though it may be by the aforesaid Cartesian split. As the saying goes, science is a good servant, but a bad master. In urgent and particular circumstances, vaccination may be very useful. However, it is a mistake to think it desirable for everyone, or even that it constitutes an ultimately viable escape route from the pandemic, and I vehemently object to anyone who thinks so being labelled anti-social and equivalent to a holocaust denier.

It is very curious how, for those of us able to recall the 1960s, 'individual freedom' used to be sacred to the young and lefty, while 'social order' was the cry of the old and right-wing; but now it seems to be the other way round. Be that as it may, I would suggest that those who think they are promoting social thinking in their support for vaccination are short-sighted and in fact too individualistic in their outlook. I suspect that dependence on vaccination to end the pandemic will only prolong the agony, and anyway it will vitiate the necessary development of each individual's immune system.

How each one can foster his immune system is something that each will have to work out for himself. However, I shall throw out a few 'straws in the wind'. Governments can't be expected to help very much, but nonetheless, we are not alone and cannot do it alone. We need to be more socialised at the inter-personal, as opposed to the mass level. We need to reduce our dependence on cities and mass everything, including health, entertainment, sport etc. A football game actually participated in is worth any amount of mass hype. We should not allow our lives to be 'all in the head', but should participate in the physical labour of existence. We need to be careful of what we eat; locally produced, organic food is to be preferred to the produce of agri-business.

The list goes on, you can add to it in your own way. Let it be repeated; the epidemic is a cry for attention from a wounded planet. There is indeed no going back to 'normal life'. A new world is struggling to be born; we must welcome it with joy! Joy and the sense of being loved and of life having meaning are the prerequisites for healthy immune systems, as is the ability to cope with seemingly endless set-backs, disappointments and death itself. The integration of mind and spirit, reason and faith are conditions for this too.

We must not be dismayed, or allow ourselves to be overtaken by despondency! 'The whole of creation groans in one great act of giving birth!' We shall be amazed where the answers come from; certainly they will not come from 'getting back to normal' and the same old same old!

Migraturus Habita

       

A Tale of Two Olivers

 

Summer Calm in Horseshoe Bay.

     Here in Sherkin Island, we are enjoying fabulous weather of a kind normally associated with more southern climes, while on a similar latitude in Canada 'The devastating “heat dome” has caused temperatures to rise to almost 50C  and has been linked to hundreds of deaths, melted power lines, buckled roads and wildfires.' One cannot but reflect how confusing, unfair and deceptive the reality around us is. Where can one look to try to make some sense of it all? Catholic Christians such as myself reflect on Scripture and the ongoing salvation history, the story of saints and martyrs who have handed on the Faith.

    Today is the feastday of Saint Oliver Plunkett, Primate of Ireland whose life's work was to overcome the devastation wrought in Ireland by Oliver Cromwell and the Puritans, and the last of the Catholic Martyrs to be hanged, drawn and quartered, in London in the year 1681. Meanwhile I read on the RTE website how our current Primate, Archbishop Eamon Martin, is protesting the sudden reversal of Government advice that First Communions and Confirmations were to go ahead. Apparently they are not formally 'banned', the Government merely advises 'that they should not take place at this time'. Meanwhile the article in RTE twice refers to the Archbishop as 'Mr Martin', as if to reinforce his complaint that the 'the manner of communication in this case was grossly disrespectful.... A journalist's tweet and the Tanaiste dismissively saying oh they're off - that was how we were told about the change in direction.'

    Back in the 17th century, those following 'the way of the world' would have been widely imagined burning in Hell. Is it a mere coincidence that humanity currently appears likely to burn on an overheated planet? Is it totally out of order to associate the possibility of life actually surviving and going on to thrive with the idea of 'everlasting life'?

    We can confidently identify a few of the conditions that might enable us to do so. Both a new sense of purpose and of community are evidently required, leading to a new sense of responsibility and willingness to sacrifice our immediate interests and indeed our very selves. These happen to be the very qualities that the rituals of First Communion and Confirmation are intended to promote. Whether the devastation we suffer be caused by Cromwell or Covid, in such basic respects our response needs to be the same. Hence the Government advice in this respect has to be rejected.

    Scientists work in narrow areas of specialisation; it is not appropriate for their figures, inevitably highly selective, to be the basis of political action; indeed the very nature of the authority that bases itself on such figures, one of command and control however much they try to pretend otherwise, is to be firmly rejected by any freedom-loving people. What's more, the O'Grady says do this approach, do that ..., whereby one is trained to immediately respond to the sargeant-major's orders while filtering out other influences, is a classic command and control technique.

     The Irish sense of community, it has to be said, is propagated by another institution altogether besides the Church. I refer of course to our Pubs. Who could have imagined that these twin pillars of rural Irish life could come under such sustained attack, together? And that the Irish mainstream media should be so complicit? Everyday we are treated to the figures of those who have died from Covid, at the top of the news. Where are the figures for all the other victims of this situation?

    So we suddenly find ourselves in a totalitarian society. We are not to be allowed to worship, to travel or even to go into a pub without a party card. It would appear to be only a matter of time before those like myself who insist that the way forward does not lie by way of universal vaccination find ourselve in re-education camps!

    I have already written a good deal about vaccinations in this blog, and will not repeat myself here; however I want make it clear that I am not anti-science. Scientists must be listened to, but so must everyone else. The way our Government is carrying on is not the way to achieve a respectful ear for their advice. Covid is a nasty disease, nobody wants to get it and if advice is sensible and coherent, it is likely to be listened to. It needs to be holistic and consistent, in tune with the other even nastier threats to our freedom and our future. That other Oliver, Cromwell, must not at this stage have the last word! 

    

    

A Good Moment Again!

     

Farewell to the Praia do Norte for another while!

In Nazaré, we were concentrating on that relatively still point in my turning world which is the Anna M and the long, tortuous process of restoring her to seaworthiness. Our limited mission was accomplished,- we have the steel floors that Stevie made last autumn bedded down in epoxy and bolted in, so that at least the hull is now securely attached to the keel. She will hopefully get back into the water in the coming winter.

     We took a bit of a detour on the way back to Bilbao, by way of glorious Asturias and the Picos de Europa, and a fleeting visit to the little mountain village of Garabandal, one of those places where country children had visions of Our Lady, who was trying to tell us that we urgently need to change our ways. 

We also had time for a swim in a sweet bay, the other side of all that water which we look out to from Horseshoe Cottage!

     Back in Ireland, the mood had changed. 'The pandemic is over' seems to be the general idea; the sun is shining, and the square in Baltimore crowded with drinkers again. 'The vaccines are sorting it out' was the fond verdict. A week later, the scene is in danger of changing again. The covid cases at the moment are worse than they were this time last year. On the HSE's covidtracker, the latest date for which they provide a 7day average of persons hospitalized and in intensive care is 12/6/21, and the respective figures are 69 and 25. For 12/6/20 on the other hand, they are 25 and 12. 

      Across the water in Blighty they are apparently still anticipating going back to normal lives, enjoying 'football, beer and burgers',- though what's this? Johnson says they will have to wait another little while before letting their hair down and really getting back to 'normality'. The sad fact is, that for all their 'vaccine success story', whereas the 7day average of new cases was 939 on 20/6/20, this 20/6/21 it stands at 10,075, and is going up fast, though admittedly they are getting by with a much lower rate of hospitalization.

     Meanwhile people such as myself, who consider that we would be better off thinking in terms of maintaining our own immune systems and adapting our way of life, are being put under increasing pressure to take the vaccination. Compulsory PCR tests when you travel, costing around €100 a go, are the start. Will we be shut out from the whole medical system if we persist in our 'vaccine hesitancy'?

     My reservations about vaccines are considerably exacerbated by the fact that those who question the line that commonly headlines any discussion of adverse reactions, namely that their benefits outweigh their risks, are usually dismissed as cranks and conspiracy theorists, while responsibility for investigating adverse reactions seems to lie predominantly with the manufacturers. One suspects that commercial and short-term political interests dominate the narrative, while they should be rigorously discounted.

     A just appraisal should take into account a long-term and holistic perspective. The pandemic is but a symptom of the deeper, systemic crisis which is afflicting the world! It may be that while vaccines have a certain short-term utility in preventing health services from being overwhelmed, it is a huge mistake to think of them as 'the solution'. 

     Personally I have long resisted taking the 'flu vaccines. 'Don't come to me when you get pneumonia!' was my doctor's last comment, a couple of years ago. I have not had pneumonia yet, nor have I any reason to believe that I could not cope with a 'flu by means of a couple of days in bed and some homeopathic remedies. Now why should I change my ways because of covid? Am I to take 'flu vaccines and covid vaccines, new ones for every strange variant, year after year? Who is going to be assessing the long-term effects of such an escalating dependence on vaccines? The people making shed-loads of money from them?

     Talking to someone recently returned from Africa, he was saying how the people there were laughing at us for being in such a state about covid. They are used to living with more dire risks, and had concluded that our fuss is more about money and control than anything else. Certainly the morbid fear of death in our modern culture contributes greatly to our neurosis. Whatever about that, assuming that in a few thousand years' time archeologists are trying to understand the global collapse of the 21st century, it seems probable that they will point to the escalation of vaccine dependency as a key reason. It was long after the event that people realised, for instance, that it was a bad idea to use lead to pipe or channel water, and it contributed to the collapse of Ancient Rome.

     On the other hand, it is just possible that the pandemic will stimulate us to make the changes necessary to achieve sustainability. Things that have seemed desirable, but impossible, for years, may now be feasible,- for instance the deconstruction of our bloated cities, and the reconstruction of rural living, featuring  sustainable communities that largely look after the nuts and bolts of life themselves, mostly providing their own food, shelter, clothes, even energy and health care. 

     The trauma of the pandemic yields a sharp reminder of our interdependence; it is time to realise that if we do not combine effectively at the personal and family level, we will fall victims to one form of horrendous depersonalized totalitarianism or another. The myth of personal autonomy and independence so beloved of Western culture needs to be radically overhauled, if it is to survive at all!

     Well, sadly, we are putting Horseshoe Cottage on the market, intending to 'blow back' to County Clare and live out our days close to family there. We might even live to see some of these fine ideas become more of a reality!