Inertia, is a paralysis like a car with a flat battery.
I run through the crowded street in the rain. I experience natures motion in the street, people in motion, the motion in the changing unpredictable British weather, as clouds race by releasing their life-giving waters upon the earth. Life is motion, stagnation is death.
I juggle two words to describe the energy states of people, groups and situations I encounter in my daily life. I say of the street I pass through that it has dynamic, there is life in the people who trade and socialise in this street. An internet forum I occasionally visit with 6,000 members is like a graveyard of non-activity, I say the forum suffers the curse of inertia.
Like a car with a flat battery, the curse of inertia is the state of being where no energy is available in a system for anything to move, work or change. A stagnating paralysis falls upon everything cursed with inertia like a black suffocating fog, in which nothing grows, moves, changes or lives. The curse of inertia shrouds too many groups, individuals or communities I encounter, it troubles me, it frustrates me. A group in Colchester founded to promote the town as a visitor destination, a talking shop, ideas die like a lit match in a bucket of water. A scout group as a kid which could not attract members, let alone leaders. The internet forum of thousands of registered members, where nobody participate. The inertia of politicians causing an US government to shut down.
Nature loves motion, death loves inertia.