A Lost Moment in Time: Grizzly Adams (1977)

By Craig: "My name is Mad Jack and if anyone knows the story of James Adams that would be me." So says the character Mad Jack played by grizzled actor Denver Pyle at the start of every episode of the 1970s classic The Life and Times of Grizzly Adams. I can remember watching this TV show when I was a kid and it was one of my favorite programs. They were simple stories that usually contained a lesson in morality. The main character of course, was Grizzly Adams himself, played by the late Dan Haggerty. He was a big man with a big heart who was accused of a murder that he did not commit. Fleeing his home he left for the mountains where he adopted a bear cub named Ben and built a cabin with the help of the trapper Mad Jack. Adams also had a native American friend Nakoma. In an early episode Adams tells a young boy how he became blood brothers with Nakoma after saving his life one day. The boy wants a blood brother of his own, and at the end of the episode is introduced to Nakoma's nephew. It is symbolic of peace and friendship and how easy it is to get along with people of another culture without the judgmental and preconceived notions that surround it.

I have started to watch these episodes again nearly 40 years after I first saw them. The first thing that I thought about was how this series would never make it on television today. The episodes are too slow moving. There is not enough violence to entertain a modern audience. People today require action and a fast pace. The attention span of today's Ritalin induced audience would be gone in the first five minutes. "Where are the guns? the ass kicking tough guys (and girls) and the cars crashing through police barricades?"  As if this vapid nonsense isn't enough, today's audience also requires there to be shows where certain people have their lives minutely examined and filmed so people can judge them. Who gives a damn about what the Kardashian's are doing? I don't. Oh well...I guess that is what our constricted, fear induced world has come to...watching bad guys with guns fight good guys with guns, and celebrating the arrogant pampered existence of reality TV stars that do nothing but engage in unfettered consumption. For my part, I'll go back to 1977, a time when I was nine years old...watching the adventures of a quiet, unassuming mountain man living among the wild animals and the peaceful forest of a an age that has long since passed.

The Quest for Universal Stability

By Craig: I try not to pay attention to the news. It is wrought with violence and mayhem. Every day the headline has to do with some mass shooting or murder. There is always a war going on at some place on the globe where thousands, if not millions of people are victimized by mankind's inability to get along. This is nothing new. There have always been wars caused mainly by greed, differences of religion, jealousy, or simply lust for power. People also engage in violent acts out of desperation and a longing for some sort of recognition or notoriety. "I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED" some desperate character might think before engaging in some dastardly act. Sometimes the news is hard to ignore. These days, technology makes it easy for people to find out about some disaster only moments after it has occurred no matter where it is on the earth. This instantaneous access to news and what is happening on the other side of the globe, or outside of a persons own neighborhood has created a certain type of individual that is paranoid about their own fragile situation in life. These type of people tend to overreact and create environments that really have nothing to do with their own reality. This environment attaches itself to the persons persona and sticks to it like a parasite. People naturally break up into camps with people of similar thinking. I like to think of myself as a lone wolf. Unfortunately, however, I tend to migrate toward one of the prevailing camps. I am no different than anyone else no matter how hard I try to be. I am human and therefore clannish.

Recently, France was attacked by a rabble of cowards that had, or have no conscience. Human life to these savages means no more to them than if they were squashing fruit flies. I cannot fathom how people like this can exist. Is it some kind of genetic trait carried on from generation to generation? Is the human race evolving at different rates within itself? Environment surely has something to do with this aberration, but there are people brought up in the same environment as these terrorists and they do not randomly attack people in the name of some god? Why can't people just get along with one another? Why must some people try to impose their radical views and beliefs on people with differing opinions or beliefs? I guess these are the age old questions which might never be answered. Realities are the sums of a persons experiences and what that person is exposed to. Plato talked about dancing shadows on the cave of a wall. A fire burns deep inside a cave where a prisoner is chained facing a wall. The fire is behind the prisoner, and he is chained so that he cannot see the fire or the things happening behind the fire. He can only see the wall in front of him and the shadows of objects that are behind him. To this person his reality is the shadows on the wall. If he is released and turns around he will be shocked at what he sees. He might be afraid of this new reality and return to his comfortable shadow world. As Thomas Paine once said "A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right." Perhaps it is so with these savage people? Their philosophy of what is right is a pestilence...it is a plague on the rest of society. Most people go about their daily lives trying to live a comfortable existence the best way that they can in a world where ethics and morality varies with the individual. Historically there is no difference in what is going on in the world today than what was happening 200, 500, and 1000 years ago. What is it exactly that human beings seek more than anything else? Is it power? profit? love? lust? I say nay to any of these. I believe that most humans seek a sort of tranquil state of stability, or a satiation of sorts. Isn't that what the rest of the cosmos seek? I don't know.

The universe is chaotic and unstable. One just has to look at the stars to see this. A star is composed of elements that act in a constant state of  violent interactions with one another. Hydrogen atoms collide with terrific force generating fusion which splits them apart. Heavier elements follow suit until the star eventually either burns itself out or explodes in a cataclysmic final burst called a supernova. Gases from these dead stars eventually collect together and it is thought that they form stellar nurseries which create new stars. Comets and asteroids composed of heavier elements also play their respective roles in randomly colliding with embryonic planets as well as ones already in the state of formation. What force is it that causes these transient particles to interact the way they do? We know about fusion, gravity and inertia, but what is the natural state that these particles unconsciously seek? Is it the state of stability? They interact with each other because they have to interact with each other. It is the universal way. When all elements no longer have to interact with each other this is called Universal Stability. It is a term I will use to describe the ultimate attainment of cosmic harmony. It remains to be seen if this harmony can possibly exist when the natural order of things seems to be one of change and flux.

So, this being said, I gravitate toward how humans and other conscious and sentient beings and organic organisms relate to this. If we are composed of the same star material than we should be no different in how we behave and act than the inorganic elements found in nature. The natural state of things seems to be the eternal  quest to find a perfect balance. It is perpetual and never-ending because the universe is infinite. There has to be something beyond that something. Little cosmic bubbles that interact with each other on a grand scale, some contracting, some expanding. As I sit here and write this in a sort of stream of consciousness I can't help but feel how irrelevant I am in relation to the cosmos, but at the same time relevant because I occupy a minuscule part of it.