The Locomotion

The sirens are calling me. I hear them in my sleep. I see them above the rocky shoals, yet I must proceed. It is what I was born to do. I have little ambition, but I have a heart that beats with a rhythm that elevates me and, by extension, my soul to heights of wonder. Call it a "survival instinct" if you must, but I am forever trapped in a moment of clarity where the edges are frayed with a constant beat of lingering uncertainty. It is the human way. It is my human way.

Where has the time gone? I speak of youth as if I am still there. I speak of troubles and hobgoblins (real or imagined) that dwell in the recesses of our reality. I am convinced of my reality and have a pretty fair assumption that your reality exists, also. The differences are distorted only by perception. Unfortunately, from my perspective the fluctuations originate from me and flow outwards. A rather egocentric view, but it is the best I have. I can comprehend most realities at both an emotional (myth) and intellectual (history) level.

What I believe is ground in reality. MY REALITY. I will always respect (love) the human who saves lives. That respect is lost if that human believes this gift to be an entitlement. Power is not a tool lightly used. Especially the power over human life. We will evolve or perish. There is no alternative. In an extended historical view the choices we make determine our situation and, ultimately, our fate.

Hints abound and I hear whispers of an awakening occurring.This both enlivens me and excites me. We must abandon the past to its only useful purpose (as a guide and warning of the pitfalls that await us.) I trust in our youth. They have learned from the best we have to offer. It is only through their heightened awareness of our bullshit that humanity may be redeemed. I do hope some of us have done their job..

The future will unfold with or without humans. This much seems true. In a universe as wonderful as ours it seems ludicrous to believe that a world of salesmen should be our our only hope. It might sell well on the home planet, but its baseness, superficiality and deceptions make for bad comedy (see Disney for the blueprint). My part has been scripted for me. The predestination I perceive is of my own (myth) making. I will never abuse that power. This is as close to truth as I will ever come.

Joy to the world and the collective sound of our souls. We are special but we can never be exceptional. Perfection like that is reserved for gods.