I thought I heard a word. that’s a different word. what did you say,
the you the me the they the us the shoebox the figurine the diorama
anything suddenly stops and that is all a gargantuan beat trimming noise out of
pointillism cubed roadside socks soggy from water treading where mildew sand and pebble mix
we believe in humanity as we believe in existence, not in social order. The sounds of existence are all around us, they ground us, yet we avoid them; we avoid each other’s eyes and souls. This illusion of separateness is strangling. The man in the window handing you dollars is the same as the man with his hand around your collar. We dance, and break out of the grips of it – live existence in oneness, in wholeness.
We call for a change in thought. A change from the thought-reduction of the world today: of money-worship, of manufactured ideals and their manufactured images, of ‘people’ as abstraction, as some irreconcilably-shattered ethereal entity that is spoken about on a high castle. We betray the distinct strands of information flow, the rainbow.
We support existence – a totality – not its constructed divisions split about and between us. Look at the person next to you and access the connection. We are among ourselves.
We all have access to this field of being. The far horizon is our closeness, alluring.
If what we say seems leading, it is only because you yearn to be led.
Tear down the enchanted boundaries.
Step outside and play.