A meditation on shock, belief, and the endless search for truth. The reflection moves through the traps of ritualized events and the exhaustion of external authority, toward the quiet recognition that all answers ultimately return inward. It is an invitation to see illusion for what it is, without fear or denial, and to live from what endures beneath it.
Tag: sovereignty
We stand at a strange precipice, where the old order frays at its edges and new frameworks are ushered in under the banners of justice, equity, and reconciliation. Yet beneath the surface, what passes for progress often masks deeper manipulations, a rearranging of power that serves the same masters. To look at UNDRIP and its unfolding in British Columbia is to confront that paradox — possibility entwined with peril, renewal haunted by control.
We wander through a maze of narratives, where each turn presents another inversion, another layer of obfuscation, another carefully constructed detour from what is real and true. To pause, to step aside from the rhythm of repetition, is to notice how much of what we’ve been told is fragmented, distorted, or simply fabricated. The deeper we look, the clearer it becomes: truth is not radical, nor hidden in “dark matter,” but elemental — woven into the very fabric of being.
The age we’re living in feels increasingly curated, controlled, and surveilled. From cameras on poles to the algorithms in our pockets, the quiet pressure of ambient anxiety seeps into daily life. The potholes remain, but the panopticon grows. This is not just about technology, but about sovereignty — about remembering what is real, and reclaiming the ground beneath our own feet.
In circling the questions of reality, we enter a terrain that is at once familiar and elusive — a place where cycles, symbols, and stories fold into one another, and where every path seems to point both inward and outward at once. This reflection is less about answers than about recognizing the patterns that hold us, the oscillations we inhabit, and the paradoxes that shape the very stage upon which our lives unfold.