Marilyn Ferguson, |
(Red Wheel, 2005)
There's certainly nothing wrong with the concept that Humanity (with a capital H) needs to let go of its conquering warrior mindset. Ferguson advocates replacing that way-less-than-successful paradigm with the kinder, gentler, tree-hugging idea that we (Humanity, again with the big H), along with all other living beings, are tour companions on this huge vacation package called Life (with a capital L, or at least I'd assume so). And yet, the book seems quite soulless.
As with many who write of New Consciousness, this work suffers from a spiritual jejunity that renders its intellectual bravura mostly moot. I appreciate Ferguson's attempt to bring common sense to the myriad Weltanschauungen, however obvious or outre, but without a numinous connection, I fear it's all little more than yet a bit more existential masturbation.
by Stephen Richmond