I like it. But then we need to know how indifference comes to be how it goes away, how it wanes, waxes, how it wanes. Maybe the language we need comes more from poetry not from social science, or the hard sciences. Take a poem by Mary Oliver:
Morning
Salt shining behind its glass cylinder.
Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum.
The cat stretching her black body from the pillow.
The way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture.
Then laps the bowl clean.”
“Then wants to go out into the world
where she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the lawn,
then sits, perfectly still, in the grass.
I watch her a little while, thinking:
what more could I do with wild words?
I stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her.
I stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me.”
Oliver works hard, trying to get us more aware, less indifferent. The word insifferent is interesting. Implies not seeing difference. A good clue on how to proceed.
My one-word answer would be "indifference"
I like it. But then we need to know how indifference comes to be how it goes away, how it wanes, waxes, how it wanes. Maybe the language we need comes more from poetry not from social science, or the hard sciences. Take a poem by Mary Oliver:
Morning
Salt shining behind its glass cylinder.
Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum.
The cat stretching her black body from the pillow.
The way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture.
Then laps the bowl clean.”
“Then wants to go out into the world
where she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the lawn,
then sits, perfectly still, in the grass.
I watch her a little while, thinking:
what more could I do with wild words?
I stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her.
I stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me.”
Oliver works hard, trying to get us more aware, less indifferent. The word insifferent is interesting. Implies not seeing difference. A good clue on how to proceed.