stay humble and in marvel to the magic of existence.

By tdf, May 24, 2019

ALl of this is powerful, and yet, what stands out to me is not the primal roar for a better world…its the brief mention of ‘STAY HUMBLE’…Which I am unsure if Narcy is hinting at, perhaps more towards a GOD but when that idea of GOD involves all creation and Nature and the stars and the moon and the asteroids and the solar energy nourishing us and maddening forces turning our earth on its axis as it spins through our idea of space, we can find common ground…for whilst it bothers me to place a man made concoction as responsible for the majestic and sublime power of such things, I am in agreement, just have no desire to place humans above or below the weasels and rats in such reckoning, probably below…essentially, stay humble and in marvel to the magic of existence.

We are the reflection in the mirror…all that is bad, all that is good. Its what most humans I meet are lacking; appreciation of the true meaning of Freedom. Focusing too much on social media ordained guides of how to behave, what to say, how to move, how to dress…Freedom is not repeating a pre-ordained message. Freedom is not playing to the crowd you want applause and acceptance from. There is such a huge world around us, beyond us, which we are less than if we stick to our shallows where it feels safe but is lifeless, never challenging without any knowledge of the open ocean of the world which we cant find comfort in, which doesnt spin the compass of our senses and enliven our spirit…

The Adams Family gone left wing…There is a fight beyond my romantic toxicity which demands my attention. And its not the moronic projection of everything non-mainstream, its not the mockery of anything but ALTERNATIVE, its a howl, its a growl, its a snarl, its a roar which shakes your femurs and makes you feel alive in its presence…its finding in human form the thunder and lightning, the glare of the fullest of moons, the crashing of huge waves upon the shores giving their everything always…

I am all too human, just cowardly grasping onto and passing of as my own echoes of screams and roars of the wilderness which I hear in the wind and see on my snout with oscars fang marks…

And the wise boy who likes me more than I like myself…yet knows me of decades of outpourings of my wilderness…says…

“I got strong opinions on the notion of manipulation, not always well received, if your not manipulative your not a member of society, society is manipulation and manipulation is how we survive and became dominant”

And I wonder if that is confirmation of my fables of ever speaking and writing in primal earnest as both manipulative and natural.

Its the humanity in me which I despise. For I am far more honestly and openly not LOVE IS LOVE but HUMAN IS HUMAN…