The Golden Calf

Upon the pedestal, I have worshiped the beast. Looking out and across all time and space, and in finding the lack of existence of either, little is left to the imagination. I do not dream.

In the expanse, life becomes.

I neither follow nor lead; never have and never will. There are players, pieces and... other necessities brought about not by choice but something else beyond the fields of current play¹. Breaking through aparencies is not on the menu when there is no aparrency in motion.

Time, space and the paramount importance of one's thoughts, ideas and convictions are never in play. At least not here in the home-front which of course has absolutely nothing to do with whats occurring out there in the field and fields of play. It's true, we are all engaged in such but certainly in drastically differentiating circumstances the lines of which are rigorously respected.

Crossing over is sometimes best left to those travellers within which lies the proper authority to do so.

We all have our marks on the stage upon which to stand in the unfoldment of existence. Though these may drastically change from 'moment' to moment it is to the basis upon which I refer.

I love directness.