What if the purpose of our rare and
precious human lives
is to make others happy
No, not that wimpy terror of upsetting,
not fitting in, hiding ourselves inside,
denying true connection
But using our time to develop and expand
our gifts, to become ever more aware of our
power to uplift, to delight --
what a wonderful world we would share.
Let's admit childhood
is no idyllic state
Bullied, abused, so much
more than loved and safe.
Give up your fantasies
of irresponsibilities,
that time to be young, free, alive.
"Wouldn't that be nice?"
spake each traumatized child.
As long as you vilify people
you are inviting violence.
Teenchild begging coins
for a slice from the corner
pizza stand. People watching
to use that sparkle magic of
imagination -- better than cinema
or pricey stage. Serious days,
nights captured in enchanted
awareness. I know you couldn't
care less. That's why I don't deign
to say, to try to share,
what would thrill me to ecstasy,
to immerse in freedom, being,
reliving, having meaning beyond my
mere memory.
Isn't the essential point of democracy
-- rule by the people --
to create and maintain a social
structure
that provides for all citizens' needs?
I may not be clever,
but I am intelligent and persistent.
Over time I figure out what to do --
if I get the pertinent information.
Randomly firing scenes
my past -- stories like cinema
5D -- every sense re-assembled.
Quick and gone to another or
modern time for a brief return,
interim, clarity, distraction,
stochastic dance, ecstatic ride.
That's people for you -- caught up
in their little games
where nothing real matters.
If only it could be enough that it is
clearly the right thing to do without
needing fiscal approbation.
We keep hearing that rage makes us
engaged -- thus invigorated by
algorithms
trying to maintain addicted
participants
for profit. I considered this common trope
and noticed -- rage does not engage me.
It exhausts me. Yeah, a dopamine charge
for a bit, but then I NEED to
disengage,
to rest.
What actually engages me is new ideas
or ways of understanding, and, of
course,
being liked, feeling good with friends.
This can't be just me, having these
natural
reactions. Rather, rage only seems to engage
us when we've been so conditioned.
I know these things because I was there
--
direct experience, along with the kind
of
intellectual nature that studies and
has
awareness of what I am experiencing.
3/17-24/23