I’m only a short way into this essay, but the idea of find that I “have a heart for” entered and went through me like a bolt of lightning. It names something I haven’t had the words for but have felt all my life. I’m going to be thinking about that for a long time.
Your ancestors specifically came as close as anyone else to finding the only functional replacement for perpetual motion: inexhaustible fuel. Pennsylvania oil means that the family's fortunes go back to the early days of Petrolia. Assuming you're not related to the Rockefeller family, those wildcatters in what came to be known as Petrolia were a wild, daring, crazy, rugged bunch, and perhaps shouldn't be held morally responsible for the nature of their product, oil. Anyone involved in Petrolia who wasn't named John Rockefeller was the victim of the first great business con in American petrohistory, The South Improvement Company. Obviously, the oil owners got some of their capital out, but equally obviously, they didn't come to dominate American Petrohistory. At least you're not from the Patillo Higgins Texan lineage.
In seriousness, the question of how and whether we forgive our ancestors is tangential to this piece but interesting.
This reminds me of my reflection earlier this morning. I thought about how long are we going to think ourselves and nature must emulate capitalistic perpetual growth models.
Thank you, we’re of the same mind because I thought this in relation to my ever dwindling energy for my job especially as I know my work is elsewhere in another form.
Impossible machines
I’m only a short way into this essay, but the idea of find that I “have a heart for” entered and went through me like a bolt of lightning. It names something I haven’t had the words for but have felt all my life. I’m going to be thinking about that for a long time.
Great piece.
Your ancestors specifically came as close as anyone else to finding the only functional replacement for perpetual motion: inexhaustible fuel. Pennsylvania oil means that the family's fortunes go back to the early days of Petrolia. Assuming you're not related to the Rockefeller family, those wildcatters in what came to be known as Petrolia were a wild, daring, crazy, rugged bunch, and perhaps shouldn't be held morally responsible for the nature of their product, oil. Anyone involved in Petrolia who wasn't named John Rockefeller was the victim of the first great business con in American petrohistory, The South Improvement Company. Obviously, the oil owners got some of their capital out, but equally obviously, they didn't come to dominate American Petrohistory. At least you're not from the Patillo Higgins Texan lineage.
In seriousness, the question of how and whether we forgive our ancestors is tangential to this piece but interesting.
This spoke deeply to something that's been rising within me. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
This reminds me of my reflection earlier this morning. I thought about how long are we going to think ourselves and nature must emulate capitalistic perpetual growth models.
Thank you, we’re of the same mind because I thought this in relation to my ever dwindling energy for my job especially as I know my work is elsewhere in another form.
Yes, and one way I’ve been wanting this is craving work that respects/works with/benefits from/allows my _rhythms_.