A Solemn Reflection on Humanity

Consumption and greed are how many feed.

Although there are those whose desire for might supersedes their own foresight.

Blessed be the right, for they know of no sleep tonight.

Rest be assured all of whom refuse to be allured.

Led down into the depths of deception,

Eyes blurred by the grandeur produced from a sense of righteousness.

Lest our souls never forget this, that we are but singularities.

Let our minds never become clouded to the point where we view despair with unyielding eyes,

Where are convictions of morality overlook actuality and meet human necessity with no degree of decency.

Work within to not succumb to those darker urges of rage nor resign to a state of callous indifference.

For then, what is anything for, if we know no more of one another;

And, instead, have found sustenance from believing we are above all others?

Flows and Fragments

Celebrate with a drink! Cheers to good health with the consumption of a known toxin.
Mustn’t let yourself fret over such trivialities – let’s return to building our own reality.
Where to begin? Are you a friend or foe? Wait – regardless of what you say, how can I trust you?
The response would naturally then be: how can I trust anyone?

We are pressed often by pain; often driven or propelled by an internal pressure that combusts to sustain our inner flame.
The heat motivates, or rather, stirs us into motion. Fueled by an emotion at any given time sets our actions into motions.
Each presumably, and hopefully, preceded by a deliberation followed by a conscious decision. If we know the act was driven instinctually, in most cases, this being synonymous with the term unconscious, then we can conclude or redirect our initial inquiry.

If we know the actor of an action didn’t do so intentionally, i.e., remember not having thought prior to their action, then we can eliminate this channel of inquiry. This speaks nothing of the tenability of other channels. Particularly, we move to the group that can at least acknowledge the presence, even in retrospect, that the effect of their action emerged from some choice on some level of emotive (including somatic) and/or cognitive (e.g., linguistic) grounding.
To acknowledge a phenomena’s existence must precede the stage of naming such a thing – order of events is an important rule of thumb to help remember the principle of reversibility.

Still waters – why do we believe we strive for stillness? Because we’re so busy we are dying to rest? True. But this merely means that we need rest and not that we want to stay there. Sure. We may want to now, as we think of this as a future potentiality, but our minds would likely change upon the actualization of this desire. However, this speaks to reduction of tension not to an elimination of it altogether. Rather, this speaks to a wish for a temporary tensive reprieve.

As actors, we enjoy getting to act upon others. This of course requires there exists others upon whom we might be able to act. But their existence can be conjured in the imagination, if necessary, so we’ll make the assumption and conclude in the affirmative of this statement’s validity.

Next, to move as an actor onto another, there must exist some dimensional gradient; that is, an imbalance that functions like a slope allowing for flow to occur. This is juxtaposed to stagnation. That is to say that the actor and the acted upon must have some degree of difference (> 0). This needn’t be a categorical difference. It merely must be enough of a difference to allow for the bifurcation of identity, i.e., each receives its own identity. Some degree of sovereignty over our own machine; how’s that working out?

We spend time worrying about the various things that are going to or have the potential to kill us while overlooking the stronger likelihood that the culmination of stress, pain, fatigue, apathy, and chronic pain will somehow not ultimately be our killer. I believe we secretly wish this to be true because then we wager with the death toll collector about when, or at what age is our toll due, evading these types of contemplations through the inner games we play with ourselves to manipulate time.

Rising Revelations

In times of chaos and turmoil,

We are forced to recoil.

While uncertainty increases,

A certain confidence rises within.

From the depths of the numinous waters,

Remnants of the primordial past bubble up to disrupt the surface.

A common adversary serves to rekindle the necessary collective collaboration.

While our faith in society’s infrastructure diminishes,

Doubts obscure our vision as we wonder with anxious curiosity how and when this all finishes.

Our gradual embrace of the absurd has allowed fragments of hope to be restored,

As we reawaken to the liberating potential contained in the power of our words.