The praxis of meaning on a Thursday bus ride.

The praxis of meaning on a Thursday bus ride.. It's nearly March as a rain soaked and lashed Ystradgynlais staggers towards Spring. It's light now as I reach the bus stop in the mornings now. As the days lengthen and the cycles of existence weave and dance through events to come with numerous unseen consequences and echoes. Yet still there is still nothing new under the Sun. Freud, Nietzche, Marx and Hegel all knew this yet each in their own way gave a new lens and perspective upon the praxis of history.

There is tragedy followed by farce as the good old defence mechanism are dusted down and brought out and as the dialectical process of thesis and antithesis runs on into the death of God and on even to beyond good and evil. All things that were solid melt intro air as history moves on. As the bus travels towards Godre÷graig through out the world millions of lives acting upon one another at both micro and macro levels in numerous ways. I stare from the Bus window and think about the clashing aims, ideas and purposes. I think of the vast unconscious uncomprehending nature of world economics under late capitalism.

As the Red Wall Tory MPs fail to comprehend that an expansion of Heathrow will continue to destroy their local economies ... it is revealed that London and the South East has grown nine times as fast the areas of the North. I hear Airport Adonis champion the cause of Heathrow as I wonder when our Prime Minister will lay down in front if the bulldozers.
As centrist and right wing Labour "big beasts" dream of shadow cabinet glory I reflect on all of the possibilities and events to come. I reflect that we now reach a point where prediction becomes nearly merely a reflection of our own prejudices and blind spots. There is nothing new under the sun...or perhaps we are just locked in Baudrillard"s hyper reality....