In the words of Echo and the Bunnymen, nothing ever lasts forever. Relationships are precarious creatures, causing joy, pain and wonder almost at the same time They plod along (un)comfortably or explode onto the scene with searing intensity before disappearing as suddenly as they arrived. Relationships can be enduring but more often than not they fracture catastrophically, unleashing unpredictable consequences to cause despair, destruction and if you’re lucky, eventual growth.
I don’t know about you. But I feel a bit unnatural. It has become rather unnatural to be an ordinary, caring, socially conscious human being. We ordinary everyday folk, who take good, wholesome things such as community, tradition, looking after nature and each other, for granted, now find ourselves in postnormal times, where what we regarded as normal has evaporated and nothing seems to make sense. It is a period of contradictions, complexity and chaotic behaviour that brings us face to face with multiple, interconnected threats.
Ziauddin Sardar and Samia Rahman suggest that extremism is an expected product of our complex and chaotic postnormal times, Anne Alexander traces the origins of ISIS, John A Sweeney studies 'extreme weirding' - the life-threatening changes in geology and ecology of the planet, Raza Ali is anxious about his love for the Prophet, Farouk Peru castigates the 'Islamofascists', Benedikt Koehler inv
There’s an old riddle that is surprisingly current. If you haven’t heard it before, allow yourself some time to answer before reading past the end of this paragraph: a father and son are in a terrible accident that kills the dad. The son is rushed to the hospital but just as he’s about to be operated on, the surgeon says, “I can’t operate—that boy is my son!” Discuss.