Imagination Bomb

My country has recently engaged in violent and destructive military action. We dropped several bombs in separate countries against what I understand to be separate enemies. One of the bombs has the enchanting moniker, MOAB, Mother of all Bombs as the news reports tell us. According to Wikipedia, it is actually named GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast and is apparently the most powerful conventional (non-nuclear) bomb ever used in combat. In the Bible, Moab is the place where Moses was buried, and it is said the prosperity and pride of the people of Moab may have incurred the wrath of God. In Utah, Moab is an outdoor sport hotspot, especially for mountain bikers- a stunningly beautiful landscape and a strange haven of around 5,000 people in the midst of a conservative, largely Mormon state. Interesting the names we give things. Isis too, a name laden with mythology. The devoted and magical wife and sister of Osiris, she gathered his remains and brought him back to life after his body was chopped into little pieces and spread around Egypt by his brother. That was a different Isis. There are echoes of the past in these names, in the feuding, in the attempts at domination, but the stakes seem to have increased exponentially. Set, one name for the evil brother of Osiris, did not have the potential to launch a nuclear bomb and eradicate half the earth. Even the wrathful God of the Old Testament did not seem to have such a broad scope of annihilation as the destructive powers of today. So what does this say for the future? It looks bleak, certainly, if these are signs of things to come. I do everything I can to look at the activities of today and search for indications of what the future might bring. In this case, though, I do not see signs of a future full of violence and destruction, but I do see one full of humans in desperate search of meaning, one void of its own mythologies and relevant cosmologies- a world in which imagination, parable and archetype are vague words pointing longingly to a bygone time. It is true, many things seem to under attack in today's world; there seems to be a dizzying array of threats looming in shadowy corners- threats to all things deemed sacred or vital. But the essential shriek echoing from the caverns of tomorrow is from the dying voice of Imagination, freely moving thinking which is the basis of true morality. The new mythology lies in pieces scattered throughout an increasingly virtual world, awaiting its resurrection into buoyant actuality.