Passing Thought 9 comments

6 Nov 2004 @ 04:41, by John Ashbaugh The United States as fictional backdrop for the earthly stage on which we enact our personal drama. Chalkmarks across the landscape demarcate boundaries for the zones of interaction. Jigsaw puzzle pieces of states and county lines tumble out of the box onto the table. Shuffle left and shuffle right and they all fall into place organized according to the principle of minority subjugation, otherwise known as majority rule. Family life, clan moiety, tribal custom, village organization, towns, cities, city-states, nations, and empires. How many of these do I need to define my social being? Does my aesthetic universe overlap with yours? The fictional backdrop is beginning to disintegrate. The United States of Fictional America is under the organizational control of the banking and corporate community, while the principles of profit and usury insure the following of its wage earning armies with promises of freedom, protection and a foreseeable future. Paint a picture of tomorrow as international Superbowl game, our players against their players, and the only rule is kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, dominate or be dominated. A cosmic joke on a global scale, this wart of a species on the face of the Earth. Does anyone believe that there is some wonderful, exotic meaning to this twirling little spiral of DNA? Does anyone question the ability of this planet to generate another, at least as and even more beautiful than that which we think ourselves to be? Know your friends well and nurture each one, for he and she are the life of your spirit, and the spirit we have that chooses the light in the eye over that in the dead shining rock, shall remain after the great fire has purged the planet of her dross. Perhaps I should hold out a hand to the kin of my genome who have lost their way. That only works if they want it, and if they choose to reciprocate. Otherwise, they have already chosen and I need to leave them be to learn their own lessons in their own time in their own way. I’ve got enough lesson learning of my own to be paying attention to, and some true kindred spirits to be taking care of. If you are not with us, you are against us has been the clarion call of the isolationist. Exclusion from one group defines inclusion within the other. It is well to recognize each other on the road, and understand that we are living in a hostile, hypocritical, and greed infested community, almost passionately uncompassionate. We need to keep our act together, brothers and sisters on the road, so that as the backdrop tumbles from the weight of its own artificial coloring and flavoring, we will recognize each other on the timeless stage.

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