I’m old. You’d think I’d know better? Many years past youth and several generations past acceptable folly. A persistent believer in the propagandist fantasy of a Hollywood fro a bygone era of generations that predated my own. A continuum that like the waters of a arctic lake remain clear and deep despite the struggle of occasional winds blowing furrows across its surface from time to time. What is it about animal existence that each species attempts to enlarge it’s own and stand its ground? Who is more likely to survive that restless phenomena called time? To bend before the swirl of winds that might carry so many others away? Think unpleasant thoughts and refute their realities when encountered in a world without? The nerve of those who would pass themselves off claiming longstanding knowledge that bucks the present trends. So much the worse if they consider such things eternal! What the hell could they be talking about that makes any rational sense? Those pundits that I regularly respect would have none of it! This old codger in a pretense of bothering the reining ‘body politique’.
This ‘I’ of mine is beginning to respect the folly of being human and equally becoming incapable of trusting it. What therefore needs to be carried intuit he future from such a purposely imprecise era of half truths supporting lies that divert from a greater spiritual reality? Not the well=planned opiate of organized cults fostering religions but the battered awareness since childhood that one’s existence is more than a mere cannonball in flight. The great Pogo that attempts to twist and turn one from their best selves into equivocators rationalizing every impulse of self into a normalized stew of good and evil for the sake of the hopscotch of expediency. Tell me how it is that so many lament waste and destruction but do not value their embodiment in artifacts that are now considered out of style or old fashion. Unable to see the simplicity of the wonder of their invention and carry on that ethic into the ever troubled present. What sort of old Fascist would suggest that progress based merely upon the blind goddess of competition for the promise of her empty favors is folly? Past generations find themselves condemned to eternally swirling dust for much less! How foolish of me to unburden myself of these thoughts. I guess I can’t help it? I’m old.