To Live is to Right, to Write is to Live!

The Right to Write

Individually, we never know for sure, all we know is what has come to pass.

The common ground persists in the cat and mouse flux between the fractals and their divergence held within globalised bifurcation by the means of constructs clothed as mutually beneficial agreements made palatable, such as the, “what you see is what you get” position - it’s just the way things are and we have to accept it. But, perhaps, or rather, it could be a case of holding light to any agreed judgement based upon popular assumption. It could in fact be the case that, “what you get is what you see”, where the purpose of perspective and opinion is made apparent by rinsing off the former’s slurry, as nothing happens all at once except within our minds, through the looking glass we hold to that all-at-onceness.

A matter of measure, sensory acuity and the balancing of sensibilities requiring the skill of a circus clown: whose job it is, is to balance a metre square table upon his chin (without the use of hands - bar raising said table to its prop), by balancing just a single foot of only one its legs while riding a unicycle!

Yes, it can be done, we can wipe away the haze…

We don’t need a revolution or insurrection, we need collective spiritual restitution, an awakening: one wrapped in compassion, the wicking of sentience, the mindful re-ignition of consciousness as shared intelligence initiated by self-awareness where hope’s flame will burn eternally as justice, the upholding sovereignty.

By the virtue of our very existence, the miracle we know as the breath of life should the only evidence required to support our best endeavours, yet we labour over trivialities. Our minds and imaginations, the fertile grounds from which we reap, are twisted, torn between unproductive sentiments and attention wars. The proxies of which are at times quiet and unassuming, hidden and secret, at others, abrupt and violent. Such is the human condition, the undercurrent to our evolution, the ebb and flow of our manifesting.

Yet, we are not bound to either violent eruptions or fluffing percolations, nor should we attribute our doings to them, as the machinations that govern and rule their possibility are subtle and deep and require further mindful investigation. We, however, slap-hazardously employ the input and output of our understandings hoping we can bring into existence the very things we need to prosper. Yet our highest ordered, principled thinking (life as art) eludes us, thus thwarting real progress; locking us out through divisions, stymied by the inebriate cocktail of human vanity - its ambition, processes and circular arguments, constituent biases and cognitive dissonance.