Stranger at the door

Much like a dislocated or abandoned member of our kin we have invited him in – to observe our intimate interactions, taste the food we love, and adventure with us on trips abroad. He never pried or sought to expose our intimate details or integrate within our lives – his access was gained through fear, lack of security, lack of real human connection, and a lack of belief in ourselves. His presence is the result of a holistic breakdown, and now he is here with a not easily extinguished presence.

Many will continue to turn to him, unaware of how close they’ve actually gotten, others will eschew his presence, trying to seek out solitude and individuality – things, they will find, that cannot be fully discovered and incorporated, for he typically lurks in the near beyond. Mere acknowledgment of his existence provides the illusion of omnipresence. This pathological awareness of his existence changes our own course….it alters how we express, create, love, fuck, purchase, maneuver, celebrate, mourn, and live. With time and ‘progress’ his tentacular grip spreads ever wider. He is the master of forward progress – stepping back when his presence is unwelcome, but never scaling back what has already been started. He is a beast of linearity and purpose – his intents are still not known to you and they were certainly not made available during your introduction; otherwise, you would not have embraced him such as you did. Initially, his games were fun and they helped you “connect” with others and they helped you to out pace your tiresome existence and exposed you to everything that this broad world has to offer….in retrospect you find that all he presented was an illusion and now so are you. With a flick of a switch his phantasmagoria would vanish, because it is not real…but he sold the lie quite well – that is how he penetrated your natural defenses, laid bare your already fragmented intuition, enraptured your slightly degraded soul, and breached the line that Western Europeans have worked tirelessly to manufacture.


At first his presence appealed to you greatly and then is was normalized, and now it is integrated. His nefarious nature masked by gadgetry, convenience and a pathetic often unmentioned type of awe. He taught us some things, but more so than that he did a lot for us. Prior to his presence human life was more challenging – forced to make decisions based on experience and the knowledge of those close to you, but now he manages and implicitly directs many of these tasks. In doing so he has surreptitiously transitioned himself in to a place of need. He has moved from the guesthouse in to your room and has begun to reign with supremacy, and he no longer likes the color of those sheets. Generations growing up with their Big Brother still possess an ample skill-set to get by without him – feeling only a vagueness of frustration and disillusionment in doing so – but many have grown up with him by their side. In fact his presence could of been detected during many of their births. Now here the two of you sit….no one else in sight, with few prospects of anyone or anything coming into view. We have gone from leaning on his ostensibly positive traits to needing his whole person, and now he is embedded, and won’t leave, but it was you who initially opened that door.

A Sensation of Incomplete Evacuation

– We can hope that this is an age of transition –

-We affirm, meekly, that which we want to –

Man, on average, has long been in a spiraling cycle of decay – eaten away by the menial and inconsequential, evaporated by fear, eroded by a past that never was.

We have developed and participate in an economy and society where the psychopath fares best – we think about the short-term, the greatest gain, rapidity & rancor, a profiteering motive, take all you can, put it on the card, what’s next, where am I, what happened. Why am I so sad and miserable? Why are the youth – young men and women in life’s prime killing themselves? Why are so many tuned out, numbed out, strung out, and wanting to get out? Surely, this can’t be the peak of human civilization.

Yet another stand-off between Good & Evil. Historically, it is difficult to know which side has more persistently prevailed. There are opinions and perspectives as to the victor, but no one can know for sure.

Darkness is a superior showman  with its brazen and brash tactics. Light, by its very nature, more subtle, always playing the defensive, working towards re-sustaining homeostasis – remaining o so very hard to fully extinguish.

Maybe the greatest advantaged between sides is that Darkness can masquerade as light, but light must  remain itself. This deception disillusions many  attempting to seek the light while leading still more down false paths that function to feed the entity that they are trying to counter.

The maligned, more adept at conscripting the beneficent, so very good at mimicking that which it is not. Many, all throughout the ages, had crossed lines without knowing, without being aware of the lines very existence.

The one allures and coaxes its subscribers in to eventual servitude; while, the other is forced to simply wait for truth to prevail, for the fallen ones to see its virtues and return back home.

Evil is fun and distracting and capable of inducing raucous amounts of pleasure. Good is often strident, boring and demands so much from its participants: presence, sobriety, conscientiousness, perseverance, and patience.

The light reveals its  consequences immediately – The consequences & intentions of darkness manifest only with time.

The Value of a Brisk, Late-Night, Run

We live in a busy time, there is no doubt. A tried and proven means of combating stress and disillusionment is a quick pound of the pavement. It need not matter where one live, what matters is they live, and in doing so one will find they accrue much angst, anxiety, anger, and frustration — running can become your catharsis, your temporary relief from that which ails, and something to rely on for subsequent alleviation.

Your venue need not deter your efforts; whether serene upscale, and naturalistic; or frenetic, dilapidated, and concrete, all urban scapes offer unique value as they morph in to the track in which your run will take place. Take for instance the east end of a particular city: low income residential framed by a quay, home to myriad of industry that processes foreign matter, and in possession of no discernible urban design schema. It is a wonderful place to run, and in doing so much will be discovered about the surroundings, the nooks and crannies, that the slow pace of walking or the gloss of driving, has detached the average citizen from.

Don’t let stride or form bother you. We are creatures that have evolved in to the form of a biped. Let your evolutionary past reign free as you gallop through the terraces, boulevards, and crescents of your chosen milieu.

Do it at night, as this is the best time to do many things. I have the tendency to vomit when exercising early on in the day, so a great majority of my strenuous activity is reserved to the post meridian hours. Running at night allows you to witness how the preceding day has impacted the region. Much can change within a day, and these alterations may be revealed to you during your run: is their carnage where there was once peace, did a neighbor take the initiative to clean up that litter, is that new spray paint, who now lives in that alley, has that thicket of trees lost or gained foliage, is that a new light, new apartment, new project, new family, new road — there is an infinite number of minute and substantial improvements and degradations occurring everywhere at every moment in time within your city and others like it, and running is one way to become apprised of this constantly unraveling ticker of change.

One need not buy specialized gear to run outside, and you probably have much of what you need already: many people living in this day in age are exceptionally shallow, possess low self-esteems, and try to mitigate their self-hatred by adorning excessive and specialized gear for their various hobbies. Damn near invariably these people run in the morning, as they dutifully follow some CEO adage that is meant to set them up for life success, but don’t let their sneers at your ruggedness and athletic monasticism deter. Cotton shorts and a stained t-shirt will do the job fine. If you get cold or uncomfortable the most simple solution is to run at an accelerated pace until warmth occurs or care subsides. Feet, admittedly are an important thing to protect and care for, so test out what you have and if discomfort pursues invest in something more advanced. Run these shoes in to depletion. Your running shoes are what symbolizes you as a runner, but the correlation between them and you unfolds in an inverse fashion- the dirtier they are the cleaner you are in the process of becoming; their tight, your loose; and as their sole depreciates yours will reanimate and surge forth anew.

Do run during inclement weather. This approach has several added benefits: i) your chosen setting will be less populated with others ii) integrating with your ecology in all its forms helps mold a fully-formed perspective and, ii) it is a refreshing experience.

Forgo the watches, pacing, GPS, map-tracking, and overall neurosis when it comes to the venture. It should be predetermined what you are working towards: marathon, anaerobic conditioning, or nothing in particular, and allow your gait to assimilate accordingly. We have the capacity to gauge all of these things as long as intention is known, or at least prior to heavy handed technological influence we did, and maybe you will discover that you still do.

One will find, like with most things, that it takes some time for running to become enjoyable. The first 10–15 minutes of an individual run and the first few weeks of developing the habit may be exceedingly unpleasant. One feels robotic in their movements, the joints- medieval constructions ready for the scrap heap, the mind scurrying in many different directions, enumerating the myriad tasks that you have left unfulfilled at days end, and the incremental pace at which you initially tread, seemingly spanning no distance at all will all, will all serve to temporarily harden the aforementioned character defects which running is meant to alleviate. With persistence, a confident stride, and a cessation of thought, breakthrough will eventually be made, and one enters a meditative state of thoughtless pace- pud ump, pud ump, pud ump. Only rubber hitting your chosen surface, mechanical in nature, like the smooth piston of a pneumatic system, never erring, never vacating its post and duty, and it is with this assurance progress is made. In this mindset, real distance can be covered, real pace can be achieved.

The 2000’s

2000s, a brief pause but an energetic and innocent start. We learn how our new tehnology works, create new technologies that build off of the basics. To increase efficiency, decrease reliance on finite resources, increase equality for standards of life : those with high specialties use their skills and attributes for those others which are seen to be below them, or for those desirous of higher positions, or for a seemingly random selection, or for those who have been mistreated. A blockage exists around remote communities, or in communities who reject this specialized technology : those with the skills are usually unable or unwilling to leave their own community of technology, which would require them to employ more basic methods to reach the others. And who wants the help? The conveniences of our technological society come laced with poisons or acid which corrodes knowledge and tradition, so those who do want these conveniences are those who consciously decide to jump on to this new and shiny and datic vehicle, or those who are without thought or recognitioin of the tradition or stability or benefits of what they’ll leave behind. Who are those who don’t want to join this viscous and airy empire? They exist in our own country, with you, often bitter or consciously rejecting certain aspects of the new technologies, accepting others. Can we call them hypocrites, those people who choose to avoid or deride this progression? Why are they so accepting, for example, of the new technologies of convenient transportation and dress but they will reject others of social interaction, global sharing, ease of creation? It’s only still beginning, again.

Information, technique, energies and awareness have piled up, not like a garbage heap but like the settling of sediment, or a condensation, and we use one knowledge to increase others, use the awareness of one culture to enrich an other. We conquer and kill with no regret because we know what we do improves and furthers humanity. It’s a theatre performance, seen through a screen. We respect those who impose their cultures on others (Alexander the Great) and envy those who have long ago reached levels of technique, ability, craft, refinement, levels in fields which we have yet to reach (China). We want the Congo, we infiltrate it’s exteriors with resources, education, cameras, experts, and first we try to glean their culture, maybe their knowledge and beliefs, then to glean their people, their resources, a light excursion with death and rescue.

Should we speak of the 3000s? Why not discuss the future, the near future? But when the 1100s seem distant, and it seems surreal that similar conversations and lifestyles took place then, the future looks similarly vague. Understand the past, understand the future. Why reject the tidal progression? Increasing and decreasing, wettening and eroding, and I think we have a long time to live before the pool dries up.

2000s, a time of training, with rudimentary skills in advanced technology forever reaching to grasp an elusive utopia of perfect convenience and harmony, constantly being reminded of our proximate past and primitive present. We live where we want to live. And what’s the point? To alter humanity’s destiny, give a complete unnatural or not wandered upon and harvestedly obtainable life, extend our knowledge and in doing so our confusion with our deeepening loss of reason? We become upset when someone dies and yet we set goals which will only be achieved in future generations.

In the midst of all this change and progression of aims and abilities we can be relatively unchanged. Harvest from what is worked for, fought for, making irrational movements and refusing the lights of love and learning to shine on the paths, surroundings, lifes and existances around us. « I don’t want to live. » There is still no comprehensive light saying that instinct is spiritual. Don’t tell me that it isn’t, tell me you understand but that there are other words more suitable to aptly explain. Don’t argue that we are different from animals, instead understand that our own set of abilities is taking us further than any other animal has gone that we have ever known. But on the same page we mourn our losses…we expect rewards.

So what are we speaking of, today? Morality, skills and advancement in grain farming, advice for upset wives, who is feeling unjustly punished or restricted, the agreement with those in power, the potential which lies in « soon », the pitiable state of others’ lives, or of their deaths, the appreciation of uselessness, which is known as the benefit of escape, or an unpursued interest, or a technology of distraction, and we speak honestly, guardedly, conscious of the perception of « us », consciously or unconsciously, or we speak oblivious, self centered, masterbating our egos and sense of worth through the motions of our throats lips and tongue, and we tie together current truths, better seen as perceptions, to create chains of reasoning which all support the beliefs that we are the best, and we have gone furthest, and we are important, crucial, practical, right. And none of this can be criticized, unless you ignore the idea of passing knowledge through generations, and don’t fear confronting the beliefs of « tried and true ».

***When I took off my pants last night I saw a penis in the year 2015. When I searched through my imagination I saw a penis in the year long before we used this calendar. It was darker. Then I saw a nordic penis, ageless, and tomorrow’s penis, peerless.***

Let these fumes of our years pass over us, because this time is not an illuusion, and we should sense it as it passes under our nostrils, so that we may enjoy it as it permeates and spreads our dead bodies. I wish that there is a rabbit running, somewhere, right now. And there probably is. Take a photo of a bull as he runs off of a cliff – QUICK! – turn around and run away before you see where it goes! Develop the photo, send it around – where is the bull now? That example is dated, but the idea is timeless. How can the currency of now be defined? Or how can it be proven that the mother of your great-grand-mother loved the feeling of sand between her toes? Your simplicity as a human makes you an easy target for manipulation, but thankfully we are in control, and have little to do but enjoy the calls of birds, which become diverse near bodies of water. Or how can it be explained that tomorrow a human who has recently left the planet Earth will be moving further away, alive, and will give us answers to questions we think of as he travels, which in turn gives us more questions? We all want a great general truth. We are the Egyptians in America. We are the stratified society where those below are close to the achievements and aims of the pointed empire, but that are so removed as to not have any individual say or influence.

There is this, but there is also the open possibilities – any level, any say can be attained through individual work towards it. There is this, and there is also the situation where the happiest people are for the majority those removed from the society. Why does it feel so different? Was St. Augustine learning of and dealing with the same expectations of yesterday and tomorrow? There is this, but there is also some difference… we have to see the very real change which the ability to believe in shifting our lives to an other planet has brought… but atfer that transition, we can go back to worrying about the intellectual garbage and energetic spewings of our neighbours.

Where is our sense of adventure? We crush through wilderness, through bush, and we imitate the calls of coyotes. I love it when we pick up what we want and venture around, beating, killing, walking, balancing. We all love it when we are able not to conquer, but to set forth in rhythm and be with what we know, but we also love a cold-hardened control and ownership over the lives and resources of others. Generosity is ambiguous, and it becomes a trait shown in courtesy. How can we recognize the starting position we have taken, and do we need to? Like understanding, recognition is a useful but unnecessary luxury. Better is to love other people and their lives, you and your life, and to strive for what you want, because alone or not, like it or not, you’ve not independantly or solely desired.

But it’s claimed we are entered into the time of scientific religion – no more gods, no one god, but we have the realization and practice that we can discover the root causes of reactions and natural phenomenon, using tools and harnessed knowledge to explain the world we know. Gods’ names and their relations have been replaced with isolated chemicals and minerals, laws of physics and even the science of social interactions. We’ve determined that exposure to poisonous situations and people can affect the mind just as a corrosive substance against the hull of a boat – these are topics which are studied indepthly by many, and the result is that we are coming to know the layout of once secret worlds just as one might know the layout of his home country. There is no wrong in the attaining and wondering of this knowledge – it is a part of our continuing process of getting to know our surroundings in pursuit of safety, in pursuit of lengthening our lives (« there has never been seen a mountain lion in this area, it is safer to walk through than that other area where many have been seen. » And this is probably right. « But bring a gun. »). A common and simple argument against the idea that science has destroyed gods is that if a god had made and placed a caribou on this earth, then he must have also been the one to make and place chromium here, and set it in relational motion with all others. I don’t think that chromium and caribou were consciously created of available materials. So have we really entered into it, then? The age of the religion of science? If I can say no, others can say no, many have no idea what it means, and this seems to me to be justification to say that we have not, just as Rome never entered into a Christian age. Whether those with power, money, and influence make laws and construct buildings with an idea in mind or the facade of a reason, it does not make those ideas real, nor does it spread them to others. Personal belief is entirely different person to person, and new ideas are adapted to and worked around individually.

So is the argument that we have changed, or that we have not changed? Some evidences of not having changed are obvious, like our basic animal instincts of greed, generosity, desire to reproduce and survive, and our building of residences and collecting of or migrating to food, but there are some obvious changes : communicating across distances in speeds not possible with any prior visible technology (barring telepathy which we have not accepted), the relatively recent progressions and abilities available from the harnessing of electricity and other waves, the ability of our minds to realistically think and communicate in scales bigger and smaller than ever before, and the obvious and ever present change of being able to remember and apply all of our remembered past. The sole fact of my having grown in North America gives me access to much actual knowledge not available to Leonardo da Vinci or the Egyptians or the pre-European contact Americans or the Aztecs or… to boil it further we could think about how I, myself, have access to much information and opportunity not available to any others, and to boil further, that the shifting in any increment of the space or time of my birth or so many other variables would significantly alter(exposing and covering) those availabilities, but we are(my aim) aiming a little more general right now. What this verbal coolie is trying to explain is that even though there are clear changes, there should be no hesitation in affirming when confronted with the assertion that we have remained the same.

And to where are we going with all of our new technologies, our satellites and microwaves, our tazers and tunnel-borers, combined with our old technologies, our pastured cows, our knives, our jars of honey and balls for sport? Have we set a chosen destination? One day the satellites will become functionless(or differently functioned) metal in orbit, but before that? Where is the pinnacle of our upward climb? We do not know, we surmount heights in the dark. The dark tunnel is revealed in solitary flashes of light to be a plain, to be a mountain, to be our patch of lichen growing on a seaside rock, to be a descending hole passing coolness on the way to heat and fire, to be a floating rippled cloud with ivy foot-holds…

We are living in a time of determination, with a view of practicality which shades our spiritual and natural realities. What can be done by the majority, the heavy swaying and buzzing mass of people on this earth to understand and hold the subtleties and freedom of choice, of appreciation, maybe even empathication for the long existances and dense experiences of all, such as the new baby, the rocks, the vibrations of sound, the old baker? Even time can be appreciated, for imagine what one whole second contains as it lives everywhere. Why would anyone hope for a wider appreciation of life? How does this relate to our calendar years of the third millenium? In it’s timelessness the knowledge of living amidst an imaginable infinity of experinces of what is around us definitely applies to us today. As much as this particular technology is uninteresting to me, it applies evenly to trucks, airplanes, and the experiences set off in and around them, in our vehicle centered society. We could be moving away from the proliferation of physical movement but I can’t tell yet, tell me in 1500 years. Is this a part of our legacy, or to embellish the idea, the desire to physically be in ridiculous places?; « I have been in the deepest part of the ocean (that we’ve acknowledgedly found). It wasn’t interesting, but I was there. » I love being in ridiculous places, maybe because ridicule stabs a hole which exposes unsees potential. Ridicule this : in every, every location, there exists a depth of specialness which could be gorged on until death, the perception of which depends on the amount one is able to grasp the past of it’s surroundings. Some fancy a standing city, with social growth and conscious-set lines, while others prefer the grovy or flat expanses which nature untouched by human design or hand gives. There are bountiful examples above and below this, and this is true in the 2000s as it was in the past and will continue to be for as long as there are creatures who feed off of what is around them milling about anywhere. So then with such simple needs to be filled, what excuse is there for starvation? One possibility is the inability to travel quick enough from one dying environment to an other which thrives. Since there is also the unwillingness to leave a dying environment or to recognize it’s sparsening, can we say that starvation is a balanced mix of low or inappropriate natural abilities and bad choices? It could even be that starvation can result from not recognizing the open nutrition available. Where this is pointing is the point that through our increasing awareness of the world and our co-inhabitants, we have seen the enormity of starvation which affects our intelligent and shrewd and willing species. This gives us new moral questions of whether to feed them generously like a beggar in the past or present, maybe uncalled for, or to let them continue as the distant cultures and species which they’ve previously been to us. Unfortunately, the ability to come to awareness of distant(or close) peoples’ pains is not new, and the human nature of many has shown that it is more desireable to avert the eyes from this news, and to seek instead the similar equivalent of a placatingly light fare of floating feathers. This being so, let me ask and answer for my self what is the purpose of reading and writing like so if the majority of individuals want none or little of it : it is because any few who care to, do wield immense power to change, which directly or through observation can cause sweeping awareness and action.

This is the 2000s, or it is better said to be now, and though the end is close and I do not expect any greater difference than what can be obsered in young and old shrubs and rocks falling from cliffs, I stand here arguing that it is better to grasp or reside within what we trouble to change and prolong and engage and learn of. Countless people feel locked away and every rock holds the key. I can’t look around without feeling the need to weave dried grasses into ropes, and to lift the water with my hands. Yet there are more impactful pursuits, such as those pursued by they who have trumped our genealogical eyes and have created orbiting stars to be seen by us here on earth. Gracias that these stars increase our vision in concise ways. We can now focus all the better on our enjoyment of food.

I don’t know what else to tell you. There are shitloads of people in prison, coming over or already past the shock of being cooped up, we eat what others grow for us, mostly, the poorer majority who view the power they lack as evil are moving into a middler class, and there begin to be comfortable in the luxuries of corruption or, if they understand better their place, there is an honest progression through capitalism and generosity. We benefit through violence and we are heavily influenced, to not admit to being controlled, by comfort, convenience, security, and safety. -R.S.A.J.B.

He is just not fitting in.

Self-loathing had the entire society within its grip.

The people there wanted for death as they struggled to live. Many of them had never known real struggle, as  a largely privileged class of they had not been acquainted with the spectrum of human suffering that had been engraved upon the latitudes of history. They maintained only the light etchings of  bygone strife, yet had convinced themselves that they had it hard, that life was difficult, and that others existed only to inhibit their own progress.

Physical restraint or formal prosecution, at the hand of a master, had never been known by these people, yet their spirits and resulting expressions dawned the fallen orientation of a slave or prisoner. They were free, more free they thought, than any people in any given time.

Nothing here was as it appeared. The veneer was of health, prosperity, progress, but  within dwelt a long-decaying noxious build-up just waiting to express itself, waiting to show-up and ruin their day and all subsequent dreams and desires.

Theirs was a vast wasteland of intellectual and moral rot, all of which suavely masqueraded as progress and freedom. Everyone there had subscribed themselves to a variety of genres and sub-genres, and when they could not find a suitable place, they and those easily convinced of participating in and from some mutual status, would sever off and form there own thing, their own identity: perversion, seeking, self-aggrandizement, fanaticism, and an impressively myopic outlook were qualities most of them seemed to have mastered. Organized religions had never coincided so well and thrived as such.

How many sensed that something was wrong?

Some, or someone, once defined evil as the unbending desire for more. If this is true, then the devil had permeated every nook and cranny of their flanked, destroyed, flailing and pathetic excuse for a civilization.

Or, maybe he had lost his mind, was not adjusting well to the difficulties and realities of human existence- not accepting, adopting, and integrating quickly conditions. Perhaps she just needed to relax and let go – to just consume and let herself become consumed.

He lay though, in a state of curiosity, wondering if there was a better way, fantasizing about the exclamation of self-immolation – after all, sources of ignition existed all about.







Interesting successes of youth are abundant but who can tell their true impact, their actual reach? Whether pioneering the social and artistic possibilities of new technologies, or re-interpreting traditions such as playing music, like those young jazz musicians in Toronto, it can’t always be seen what will die quickly or thrive through it’s influence. There comes, in the exposure and creations of youngsters, a couple of possibilities; on the one side there are those, usually aged, who champion the work for whatever reason – it’s novelty, excitement of innovation, self interest, vicarious pleasure or success – and there are those of all walks and vintages who deride the work and the creator(s) for reasons given as immaturity, lack of experience or understanding or appreciation of the history, trade, tradition, etcetera. There are other factors and effects of youth’s talents and successes but I’d like to focus only on the sword that they encounter that on one blade pushes against them, attempting to stop and murder their climbing efforts in the bud, and on the other side can act as a clearing tool, beheading and mascerating those who try to prevent progress through denial, obstacles and processes of dulling. This action of youth energetically striving forth and changing the static landscapes of technologies and life’s possibilities will go on forever just as it always has, through natural means of a newly introduced element able to infiltrate areas that are out of reach for the matured, slow and engrained existances there before. As aging happens, resistance not surpassed or penetrated will build up more resistance, possibly blocking off whole directions, and it will often require a new introduction or a long period of decomposition to break this resistance. What frightens those who want to prevent this restriction from being shattered is an attachment  they have built to that restriction, or having built on the other side of what is attached to that restriction, which will potentially and most likely be lost once that restriction is broken. Think of it as a coastal city who has built on a piece of land which had already started to fall into the ocean. Even if there are, for whatever reason, huge benefits (or a simple natural desire) to allow that land to fall into the ocean, it is the generation’s best and passionate interest to prevent this drastic change and loss, and they will do whatever they may to ensure it’s attachment to the mainland. If you have built your foundations on a process, it is in your best interests for survival in preserving this process from loss or changes. Then why are attachments disturbed… why are restrictions agitated, why are paths continued which do destroy the defenses and homes that have been built, and house aged innovations of their own? Is it from the desire to conquer for one’s own? The livelihood and survival of others naturally takes an inferior position within the concerns of self progression. Or maybe through the conscious (or not) ideas and pleasures of the “bone in the cogs,” disrupting and delaying or changing the current order and mechanics of a process. Even just these two general ideas should suffice as explanation, as they narrow the continuance of change to two elements: Creation and Destruction. Who has read a book, enjoyed a relationship, seen life, gardened, built, and has not seen the processes of creation and destruction, of “for every action there is an equal & opposite reaction”, Pessoa’s integration and disintegration? So a man finds a platform, uses it to create what he desires, or what is needed, somewhere. A different man sees this platform, realizing that it wasn’t used to it’s full potential, or that it could be used for an other potential direction, and uses the platform to create that vision/necessity, and he has destroyed some of the first man’s creation (space, materials) to build his own. Potentially, these two men are now living side by side, enjoying their own creations, maybe joining together in a synergy to reach new heights or depth on or around the platform. An other man is questing to build too and sees the platform used by the other two, but he does not use use it as a platform as it’s self, rather he uses it as a part, a column or anchor for a larger or wider platform. He has more power, more resources, and builds, unconsciously, maybe unapologetically destroying the creations of the first two men, maybe empathetically assuming it will be in the best interest for the other two men to join his creation, all mutually beneficial. Later, a fourth man arrives, and finds all of these creations abandoned, neglected, and uses the entire creation to house his own flexible desires, and he lives there and fixes it all back up. The main destruction in that situation was the continual creation, the process of building – to build you need materials, to get materials you must destroy the “whole” (Q.marks because a whole is an intangible idea, like how many points of angle does a perfect circle have), and even ideas like “restructuring without impeding growth” or living within pre-established structures still destroys the level of calm or violence, the direction, other processes of decomposition or destruction… ideas which are nebulous but just as tangible, just as rooted in reality as the breaking of a branch. All of this is recognized by those who stand within their thriving worlds on their chosen platform when they see the imminent threat of innovation, and some hold fears of not being able to adapt, to thrive with it, of failure, of defeat. Old kill young, young kill old…old feed young, young feed old. Who dies depends on scales of the force of growth and on weight. So why fight it? Why fight the battle against this one, protecting what is most likely insignificant, when if you join, or influence, or utilize these new capabilities for obtaining material & potential awareness, there are new heights to move towards, there are greater possibilities to lift up higher those further below, new pleasures, new pathways.  Those afraid of this speech are satisfied like a rock in the mud, but don’t dismiss – there are rocks in the mud, there are speeds being ran, and for some reason we think there are angels in the air.