These waters rise by choice

What is the true interest in making the invisible, the visible? Usually this comes at the slow-rate of disclosing the truth in plein-air, or making an obvious fact of life hidden by social rhetoric (often referred to as a construct) exposed to the grounding, undeniable qualities of life. That is not ideological life, but the actual means in which each of us got to be here, and that which can be observed and documented. Yet, in these documentations, entirely different subjective experiences are not only plausible but to be expected- for within each of us contains a multiverse of experiences that ricochet off of today, the past, and slingshot into ideas launched into the future.

Sometimes today seems more like a yesteryear.

In the searching for possibility, invention, discovery…the notion of something new under the sun, I beg each of your minds to consider that which could be to today or within the next year, to consider a reality remaining in wait.

The unknowns are often created in mythologized spaces. These are the spaces of the mind, dreams, darkness or in light such as an effervescent rainbow. These are not lasting but transitory, meaning they are contingent upon rare circumstances that may arrive but a few times in an entire life, and rely upon factors of predictable or serendipitous means.

Leaving life and the future up to such circumstantial randomness-could be seen as constellation points echoing that of astrological mysticism and not the heightened technological capacities for choice we have today. The reduction of reality combined with the heightening of ideological means has not removed humans propensity for error, but seems to have expanded the fallacious follies in which we permit adolescent behavior further into adulthood, pointing at each politician or media outlet we gave our personal choice to all along.

I am not outside such follies, for over 12 years I took the advice of experts about my body to find out they were dead wrong, and I had paid for that with time and reproducing years…but this is not an article about that- this is an article about the ocean, 100 year tides, and whether or not personal stories have any value in a society expecting everything for free.

The cost (and pain) of such chasms can be felt in our generational bereavements. The decline of populations for a moralistic, globalism, gives rise to a populace that has no regards for such ideological constraints. Life based on moral or intellectual means is not supposed to be black and white, dualism or overtly simplistic, and yet in the Sci-Fi 0 and 1 times there seems to be sadly no end to measuring through numerical value instead of a closer to the earth perspective-perhaps even a from the sea-bottom up perspective….

These de-facto concerns afflict each and every one of the bodies on the planet today. So when it comes to the rights of human life, and to how many choices each body, gender or identity are permitted, I always must ask: what is the result?

Because the results of choices are not necessarily flags of virtue or wisdom if they result in the decimation of life. Choices made ad-hoc, are not the same as those thoroughly undertaken with considerable thought to responsibility.

And so this post, while seemingly topological until now will become a bit more personal for the paid viewers. I have invited you all to be, because the cost of my life is not to be strewn about in a sadomasochistic way. Yes, that is how I view Social Media is…it is someone’s free time cost to the vulnerability of making a personal life experience free entertainment. Nothing is free.

All forms of life have costs: monetary or otherwise. That is why kindness can be such a sincere or volatile tool: either someone subjectively regards soft-internal choices with reverence or drinks them as plentiful, unending waters. Alas, even in death, water flow becomes meaningful to decomposition, to the awareness and considering mind, all sediments bear weight.

For a long time I debated sharing this story: for one I consider it embarrassing, and for another, in its humiliation was baked in humility and a type of parental friendship that I deeply value. I know not what to do with it alone but share it to the minds of those who value rabbit holes that seek truth…so for those who do, thank you for your support. And for those who do yet not, you can subscribe or send me a note to work out a legal and moral exchange…because no, I will not send you my feet, body parts or selfies at your beck and call…such cultural contempt for life itself holds no ground nor space here.

That’s the ocean to my back…as I learned later to never turn your back to the sea.

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