“A cicada taught a young dove, saying with a laugh…” – Chuang Tzu
When I was 10 I saw a legion of 17-year cicadas fly against the wall-sized window of a car dealership in Southern Indiana. If hitting the glass didn’t kill them the first time, they just kept flying towards it.
I think about this whenever Amanda and I talk about living in Capitalism.
At this point, it’s not even about learning something, being shown something. We know. At this point, it’s just being hammered by the same truth over and over. The spiritual equivalent of a cicada’s life. Brief. Seasonal. Forward. Learned but not wise.
The problem isn’t the big glass window. The problem isn’t that we’re cicadas.
The problem is we’re doves. Laughing cicadas have nothing to teach.


