We are living in the end of the age- the most intense era of human existence- a time of ultimate confrontation between light and darkness.
The forces and authorities of darkness are extremely treasonous, thus, constantly unleashing fierce assault and ferocious onslaught against mankind with the aim of defiling human souls, corrupting the family institution and climatically collapsing the entire human systems.
The Symposium made me want to learn more, and do more for the insect world.
As soon as I arrived home I went on-line to research the flameau butterfly, which drinks the tears of the caiman (crocodile) (this butterfly was mentioned during our closing ceremony).
“If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago….. Wilson)The Insect symposium invited us into the world of Bugs with their subjectivity and innate sense of being.
I was fascinated by the projects Patrick has been involved in and which he shared.
Who would have thought of sending spiders into Space! I appreciated the beauty and softness of the art works and appreciated his mentioning about his ethical questions about involving the Bogan Moths and disturbing them to accomplish his project.
All in all I found the time provided me with a reflective space to ponder, relate, appreciate and celebrate the life of Insects with others committed to caring for our world.
The Earth Song Symposium’s topic Insects resonated with me.
What we cannot see, or what does not enter our visual or aural fields very often, does not lessen their value or their right to be cared for and treasured.
The Symposium was a timely reminder that it is not just the ‘popular’ or the ‘beautiful’ that are worthy of being saved from extinction.
Patrick Honan’s passion for this topic was inspiring; it was a gift to hear him tell how he and the team brought back the Lord Howe Island stick insect from the brink of extinction; this should have struck a rally cry in all our hearts.
Harry Nankin’s artistic tribute to the bogong moth, was both moving and beautiful.