Ancient man took advantage of lulls in the weather to prepare for the future.
But that was before variability was more than error bars on a trend line in a sanitized boardroom overlooking the shadows of circling vultures.
Author: asoulinprogress
moving in
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but the gas station attendant says her husband says there’s a storm down in Kemp, rain blowing sideways.
prod the thing (or, oh, it’s a mad beast)
What can we say of the goals and aims of nation-states? Of markets?
Constructs of the human world act just like any other animal. From what I can tell it’s all about stability and growth.
It might be easier if you think of religious institutions.
One day we were happy, the next day we had religion.
Suddenly you have a fractured global religion with localized sub-varieties in various ecological niches. We have the Pope and we have the Bitter Churchlady.
Demonic mouths starving for their next meal. Slobbering angry cries of angst and hunger scream under every footfall. Dizzying hunger stalks prey beneath every shadow.
Politics is just that. Nation states…economic paradigms…just that.
One day we were happy, the next day we had hierarchy.
on this side
The reason people
are nervous
about people
talking to themselves
is because
it’s a legitimate
way to
find answers.
Posture
I ignore the ant bite, at least it distracts from the neck itch. But I almost loose it when that spot under the eye starts twitching. I relax, check my posture and hope the ant bites starts throbbing again.
I take solace in the diseased gash on my face, and the brown recluse crawling up my leg, and the blazing pulse burning my foot to cinders.
At some point I break. A flare of angst and agony and motion I look down and kick off the spiders and ants and scratch the new welt on my face—and right then my timer goes off.
One shouldn’t gloat or agonize over meditation, or see it as a battle, but—victory!