Last day. It’s only 12 kilometers. So I walk my way out easy, ’till I round a turn to…
Unexpectedly, looking through this gate I catch my first glimpse of the Cape and the lighthouse and the ancient Celtic sacred ground and the altar to the setting of the sun, towards which I’ve walked all these weeks and miles. As so many thousands–likely millions–before me.
The moment that I see this–the long-awaited destination shining on the hill–everything comes clear. Like everybody else, I had bought into the name for this place I’d been walking to, “the end of the world.”
That had set the tone for walking to an end. But.
This is not the end of the world. This is just the end of the old world.
As I make my way, I realize:
It was from this very place–the symbolic end of all that had been known at the time–that at least some people, likely for the longest time, surely knew the world was round and wondered if, more likely knew, that there probably was something not yet known out there.
This place, this very place that declared itself the End, became the inspiration for discovery of the new. For it must have been from here that the thoughts and then the words must have taken life to eventually inspire the Spanish Queen, Isabella, to convince her husband Ferdinand to fund the quest that would lead [from this limited Western-centric perspective (and indigenous history aside just for a moment) just to make a different point] to the discovery of a whole new world.
And that’s what our own time can be about. It is time not to buy the story of the end of the world. it’s time for the discovery of a new world. This time not some physical place on an already quite well-explored planet, or even yet finding something out there in space, like pie in sky.
It’s time to know there must be some new better kind of economic world out there: a more socially-inclusive, greater opportunity and equality enhancing, less Carbon polluting, more care-for-nature world.
People thought it impossible at the time to discover a new world. They think it impossible now. But I don’t think so. We have to find that world. And we have to do it together, all different kinds of us, for we don’t just have to find this world. We have to make it. With whole new kinds of get-together efforts and smart rules.
Let’s go out in search and sailing now. If we don’t, we’ll cook the planet’s ocean and earth and skies beyond their natural deliciousness, and social tensions too will just get too hot.
And it won’t be the plant that will go down, as an overlooked meal; it will be us. In time, as she does, she’ll self-correct. It will be humanity that will not have as much good earth and we’ll go down to malnutrition and starve the juicy life right out of us. And we never needed to…
I believe we can discover this new world. There is nothing more important now. It is in this vision that I hope and pray and understand and commit and love and live.
It is for this that I have walked these steps and these kilometers.
I propose that the annual American October holiday (this very weekend) commemorating Columbus (in addition to it’s renaming as Indigenous People’s Day) be rededicated to A New World Discovery Day. The making of a smarter social and economic world that replaces greed and concentrated/self-interested power-with a kind of reach for stars but also realistic love–a shared interest in supporting the growth of the higher nature of humanity–as the guiding principle.
It’s Not the End of the World. And it doesn’t have to be.
No matter how demoralizing the current pendulum swing of silly promise populism/mean racism/overpowered corporatism/anti-scientific carbonism of our temporary flat-earth social times… now is the time; this must be, by needs and inspiration on the thread of a hope and effort that the better parts of our humanity can meet the baser parts with strengths and smarts and dignity.
Now is the time for a new sail and search.
If I don’t entertain that thought right now, after getting totally filled up on the Camino, then I never will.
And I will.