With the French revolution and the coming of enlightenment, philosophers deemed this age the Age of Reason. Reason was to reign supreme in the formation of our identities and societies and our place within this construct.
What we have come to realize is that reason was little more than a fascinating veneer, cheap and intoxicating, akin to lipstick on a pig or heals on a plumber. Reason was meant to cover the illogical, when all it accomplished was the rise of passion in the guise of rationality and understanding.
Though the messianic were mocked and utopia was deemed little more than an infantile amusement, the age of reason spent most of its time putting creating the foundation for a new ideological concept of utopia. One in which many of us have learned from experience is little more than bubbles in an opium pipe.
The word Utopia
Is made up of two Greek words meaning, "no place". So from the beginning the term meant an impossibility. Yet the word has come to mean the opposite. The word now connotes perfection, the ideal, whether manifested in place and or being.
Today the culture that gave birth to my thinking and system of beliefs, seems more interested in the moment, consequently what makes one happy at any given time is what we are searching for. A great tune on the radio, a party, a film, the acquiring of money, a good laugh and a smile from a friend, these are utopian moments.
The birth of a child, a first kiss, penetration and the seed of love, if only for a moment act as blissful vignettes, allowing us to ponder our navels for the rest of the time and wonder why? Like a dusty camel straining his neck to reach the cool waters of a desert spring, we seek the moments hoping to string them along like a row of pearls, trying to make sure that the spaces between the gems are not to wide.
A glorious walk through a pasture of flowers, their petals screaming red in the heat of the sun. The sound of waves lapping up on the shore where the lake meets land. The shape of the lips that hesitated before finding yours. These are the vignettes the given moments that make up our imaginings regarding utopia.
The firsts steps of your child, their hands reaching forward reaching for you, to someone they trust, the look of the faces of your parents meeting your child, when words become superfluous.
I find the concept of a great utopia, when everything is perfect, way beyond my understanding. I suggest that utopia is those vignettes, those moments when all the stars come together and allow magic to happen.
History teaches us that those who sought create a utopia to cover the globe have only wreaked havoc.