After all this reflection, my conscious perception is clouded with projections yearning for transference to an object external of “me.” The activated archetypes resonant with their specific vibrational frequencies, compelling my spirit to set them free onto something outward defined in terms other than “me.”
The ambiguity and dynamical nature of the terms “other” and “me” result in a continuous game of deliberation, evaluation, contemplation, and modification.
There is never enough time, yet, ironically, the abundance, or at the least, the continuity of time is the basis for the dialectical change ceaseless taking place between these two names.
The task of equilibrium requires continuous energy. Even my conception of appropriate starting points does not remain the same. As I project onto others names, blames, and similar types of psychic games, self-doubt lets itself back into my mind to remind me of what may have changed across the span of time.
All the turbulence produced from everyday change creates a seductive argument urging my analytical brain to review the evidence, yet again. Inevitably, I rewrite my scripts of beliefs when presented with new evidence that reveals the presence of blight in what I currently believed were genuine insights.
Only through hindsight can I access a different vantage point from which to survey my constituent parts’ nature in a new light, left once more to contemplate what’s right.