There comes a point where explanations stop clarifying and begin anesthetizing. Where models, once meant to orient us, quietly replace the living reality they were designed to describe. What follows isn’t an argument against inquiry, science, or structure — it’s an examination of how symbols harden into authority, how abstraction drifts into dogma, and how entire cultures forget the difference between representation and truth. This is less about what we believe, and more about how believing itself becomes a substitute for knowing.
Tag: systems thinking
There comes a point when the veil thins just enough for the attentive soul to glimpse the machinery behind the pageantry — the hum of consensus, the choreography of perception, the strange theatre of a world insisting on its own stability even as its foundations tremble beneath us. In that space between what we’re told and what we quietly observe, a deeper truth stirs, asking only that we stay awake long enough to notice what no headline ever will.
I am sorry. For what it’s worth, I apologize to all women for the ways in which this world has been designed to cause you suffering from the moment you are born. Even institutionalized childbirth is a distortion of the beautiful, simple, sacred, and natural. Man v Woman is just one chapter in a vast, dark, and dysfunctional historical narrative. I, like all men, have suffered greatly as a result of it, though few would admit it or realize how deep the wound is for all of us.
It starts from the top. That is something we all know. We don’t know who is truly at the top; it certainly isn’t a president, prime minister, or pope. Oligarchs? Clever (but evil) aliens? Stonecutters? Regardless, our modern world is based on power hierarchies, particularly in government, industry, commerce, education, science, and religion, all of which are heavily influenced by the capitalist market system. The system is clearly flawed, which is not surprising to most of us.
Maybe it’s just that time of year again, but I find that existential curiosities abound in the darker, shorter days of wintertime. I look at the world, and see that the majority of the dominant species seem intent on self-termination, while an increasingly awake and aware collective is emerging that might save us all from ourselves. I wonder, where do I fit in to all this? Why am I here? Who am I… really?