Down at the end of Lavender Road, in the district of Lantzville, there’s a beach access that I like to visit. The small parking lot is right at the seashore, and provides a great view of the sea. Today, it’s featuring heavy rain, a high tide, and some moody looking clouds.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
We’re talking, sharing opinions, arguing and debating, but we’re not listening. We’re absolutely not listening to each other.
There are many good and noble things to die for. Many things die every day. People die. Relationships die. Careers die. Businesses die. Nations and civilizations die. Planets, stars and galaxies die. So, what is worth killing for?
If you’re still standing, after all that 2020 has thrown at you, well done. If you’ve passed on, why do you still give a shit about social media? It is, collectively, becoming the world’s biggest running joke.
Our identity (idem, the same; identidem, repeatedly; we recreate ourselves as we perceive ourselves, until we do otherwise) and our individuality, or individuation (in-divisible expression of duality — quantified as the apparently physical, and the etheric, elemental, energetic, conscious constituents of which it is constructed) may be usefully encapsulated as a “person”.