Forgetfulness tags: mesh

By Nachiket Joshi Ancestor worship is not what it used to be. No longer a dubious path to glory, it represents a slow, accumulative process, like stringing together the slightly withered flowers offered by the past. Kneel at the altar all you will, but not as a devotee blinded by a bruising form of faith, but as an artisan kneels in his workshop, tools at hand, an itch in the fingers, and sweat crawling down her temples. There is no existence beyond signs some say, and thus no value other than…