SEVEN AGES SINCE 2001

Seven ages of man was the theme of the Burning Man festival 2001, taken from Shakespeare's text on development of mankind. We went there, my Noosphere-friend Thom and I, and saw all the seven stages as art installations in the desert. We experienced a lot of things, fell a little bit in love and had a lot of fun that you can read about in this blog underneath.

We returned to LA after the night of the burn. We woke up in his beautiful Sierra Madre village outside Los Angeles by a phone call in the morning on September 11. It sounded as if the whole world was on fire.

Everything changed within a few seconds. For some days it felt like it really was a War on America, like the headlines on the news kept repeating and repeating, 24 hours a day.

That episode turned our trip to Nevada into some kind of strange story. An out-of-the-world experience. It also changed our relationship. The whole world was changing, and a new dawn of something very different was rising before our eyes.

There are books written about 9/11. I will not comment any on that here, but it took me 12 days to get a flight ticket and to be able to return back to Europe from the chaotic madness in the US.

Now, seven years later, - and maybe seven ages later, Mother Earth faces a new world financial and political crisis, but the globe still turns.

LOOKING BACK, I AM THINKING:

I wonder what will happen to our world? I wonder what will happen to the festival Burning Man? And what will happen to our wonderful earth when the ice in the Arctic melts down, our climate changes and the world's economy is collapsing? 

I have no answers, and feel that I can do so little. Just watch and think and wonder...and write about it. I can join Earth Hour and change my eating habbits, every day to come. And a few more things, but do they really count? I wonder. 

But I will always remember our wonderful trip to Black Rock City in the Nevada desert, way back in 2001.

It was the nicest trip of my life. And I still remember every bit of it like the dream that it was, and will always be.

The night of the burn, 2001

Then came the night of the burn.

As I write this blog, seven years later, it still seems like a weird and strange experience.

Something 'out of this world'.

And very soon, it became even more strange.