Exeter Cathedral has a large green which they often use for public events, craft fairs, fireworks displays etc. (Let’s not go into the recent chopping down of 7 mature trees here). However, it is within this Cathedral that we see tolerance for ‘the bazaar‘. (Also the bizarre but that’s the nature of organised religion.)
Contrast this to another of Exeter’s newest cathedral’s - the Princesshay Shopping (Sheeping?) Centre. This is not a public space, it is a corporate space where sheeple may enter as long as they do as they are told.
At lunchtime today I witnessed one of the many street vendors, that are attracted to the city centre in the summer, setting up his stand. He was not doing this in any of his usual places in the high street, rather he was in the Princesshay development. The first part to open, which is shiny and new and really quite a nice public? space, is also filled with restaurants and bars so there are plenty of people there, not to mention the people passing through on their way to the high street.
Two plain clothes security personnel, complete with clear earpieces and looking like something from the movies, were in the process of moving him along. They don’t want unauthorised sellers providing choice and competition, cluttering up their sculpted, managed, environment, defiling the Cathedral, whether they actually constitute competition or not. They do not want choice. Everything they do is designed to make you do exactly what they want you to do, what you are already conditioned to do in fact; they are just making it easier for you.
As nice as these new environments can be, they attract the sort of sheeple that I witnessed on Woodbury Common in the early hours, watching the shooting stars from the Perseid meteor shower.
My partner and I went to the rural high point, about 8 miles outside of Exeter, to enjoy a good view of the night sky. What we found were a whole load of jabbering monkeys, middle class, middle aged tourists on mental vacation from their empty lives.
There we were, lying on the ground in one of the most beautiful parts of England, on a warm clear night with no moon, watching shooting stars - and all around were people talking loudly about the mundane aspects of their daily lives! Frequently, we heard the commentary about gardening, the kids of today or Maude’s anniversary punctuated by an ‘ooh!’ which was followed by some complete Norman going ‘aw, I missed it’.
Hmm…
These were the adventurous ones! Sat in the car park with radios on and engines running were the real chimps - frightened to venture out, perhaps because there was no pavement or streetlamps to offer the illusion of safety? At least they turned their lights out, eventually!
Are you on mental vacation? Are you a jabbering monkey? Do you need to provide a commentary on your own life (what like this blog? Shut up - you can choose not to read it!) feverishly reading magazines in waiting rooms because you are so frightened of interacting with other people or, worse, listening to the sound of your own thoughts?
If you are, you probably didn’t read this far into my rant. Either that or you are researching for a letter to the Daily Mail about why we need to ban teh interwebs.
Wake up to the beauty all around us, greet each day as new and most importantly, keep your mouth shut and don’t spoil it for the rest of us!
The experience brought to mind a quote, carved into a bench by Sean Hellman
The sound of heaven on earth…
…is silence.