Music, words and imagery. A truth seeking wanderer.
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?
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”.
Desire engages the infinity of the universe. Our programs and conditions limit their expression and flow.
I go where I am most needed.
I am no martyr, nor a victim. But I have suffered for it, inasmuch as my capacity to grasp the bigger picture is possible in the moment. I have triumphed and overcome, grown through and been undone. That, I’ve learned, is crucial to the integrity of the process and utterly unavoidable.
Do the work. The world may introduce any number of frustrations, distractions, and even a string of victories. We choose to call it a daily…
