Mysterious to some. Known to a precious few.
Invisble to others. Inconsequential to most.
The fundamental question remains: Do the origins matter?
And if you say they don’t, but the others say they do.
Does that matter to you?
What do you care? Can another make you care?
That is the ACTUAL question.
Such is the task of the new profession called Activism.
If I can get you to care about A today, and B tomorrow, and C next week, that makes me a better Activist.
Influence is Everything
AIEIO
And on this farm . . .
Like the serpent, provoking
Or the embers, stoking
The winds then evoking
Power, so they say
The power to what?
To influence
The tides, the lives, the minds
Terroire
Territory
Space
Outer space, deep space, near space
Inner space
It’s all about that Great Big Race
The Human Race
The race against time, the race of space, the race for EVERYTHING
THE race that begat the wars
The wars against poverty, the war against bacteria,
The war against hate
Right before the war for Freedom
And that begat the Solutions
Those for the soil and for the folk
Those for peace
And those for hope
Legacy or burden
have you considered the difference?
Gifts or curses
does that difference matter?
What is a favor?
What if your favor is not my flavor?
Preferences
Do they really matter?
The winds of change
Gusts, sudden, and not exactly random
A spiral sequence
Tones the man cannot understand
Infuriating and cleansing and inevitable
HIM
His hyme so diminished
Rythme so consternated, disconfigurated
So palpably deflated
HIS never-ending upward spiral
Circling the drain
Such a Goddamn shame?
Question to ask the Assigned Sages of the modern day:
How do you innovate your way out of a Death Cult?
