The Laughter of Wolves
The Laughter of Wolves John Michael Greer As I write these words, lean gray wolves are pacing through a rain-soaked landscape in eastern Europe. Dim rumbling sounds in the far distance, like summer thunder thatās strayed into the wrong season, donāt bother them. Nor does it trouble them that the forest around them is dotted with the decaying ruins of buildings abandoned half a century ago. Something else doesnāt disturb them, either, but weāll get to that. Keep the wolves in mind as we proceed. Keep them in mind. It may seem like an improbable leap from wolves running through the forest to a flustered speech by one of the pampered darlings of the Western worldās corporate aristocracy, but thereās a connection. The pampered darling is Yuval Noah Harari, the chief intellectual of the Davos set these days. I hope I wonāt be accused of setting up a straw man if I mention that heās a gay vegan atheist who practices mindfulness meditation and writes the kind of big-picture ...