I drew down into human form yesterday, and I sat there, marveling at the astounding magnificence of being here whilst still there. I felt the hair on my arms stir with the currents, chaotic and many, bombarding my senses, and I reached into my suit and I slowed everything down.
Maintenance Matters.
Time speeds up and covenants slip to promises slip to arrogant abrogation of the rights of others, and the whole machine is twisted into something so much less than it can be.
Yesterday I sat in my suit and I contemplated friendship and union and peace and justice on the microscopic level. The lymphocyte doesn't hate the bacteria; they just can't be together in that place and time.
Building blocks locked in unions some may not prefer, the cell begets the organ begets the system, begets the being, the family, the community. One day one cell changed everything, and yet one suit cannot change the nature of the universe. Or can it?
Time slows down and humor hardens to beliefs which hardens to prejudices which feeds fear and hate and habit, displacement further and further away from the ability of the suit to change all that, the power within reach if reaching for the sake of the stretch were more valued.
Exercise Experience.
I saw myself in the mirror, not just in the suit, but in everything in all parts possible plus one. I thought about oneness at the homo sapien level, and I started to cry. To care is to feel the problems before us, and yet compassion must be married with action.
Time is relative to all, and laws change, and ecosystems evolve.
My love for you shines on and on and on...
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