Revolution begins… as a romantic idea embedded deep within the query of one’s soul and like all projections, we believe revolution takes place outside us. One inevitably discovers, though some never do, that its beginning and its end remain rooted inside us. Unfortunately, the projection tends to be too intoxicating to notice the subtlety.
The Efficacious Skill of Flirtation – Calling Forth the Muse
Perhaps due in part to Western culture placing so much emphasis on our individual autonomy rather than the connected collective; perhaps Victorian and/or fundamentalist values have assaulted this aptitude of discovery, either way, human beings flirt. It’s what we do and we do it with creativity spawning a range from ideas to disaster. It is in our genetic code.
The Culling of The Muse
The horizon has always been before me, stretching out with a sustained potential. It offered a promise in a language now foreign to me, yet fluent to me as a youth. The invitation the horizon extended to me never waned, and while my fear refused its seduction, it never ceased its wooing.