The Rising Tide
It's no secret that cycles appear, disappear and somehow magically reappear over and over again. Gaining experience from each 'new' perspective there is perceived a thriving in such. I suppose if we are collecting baseball cards there is always that just-out-of-reach goal to which we must envision all our efforts. Where is the fun doing otherwise1?
Perpetuating existence we roll out the carpet for all of it's glory in whatever and whichever way it be comes revealed or unfolded before us. Just who is doing the leading and what is doing the following? To what ends? In reality it has absolutely no bearing on the movement forward. We must must 'ahead' no matter the cost.
And so as the circular grooves on vinyl dictate, we go 'round and 'round singing gloriously our praises. Vibrating unto our own, we project2.
Not all is as it seems because it is not meant to but behind rose-colored glasses it all looks perfect in it's makeup. In traveling our journey becomes apparent, or at least it should be. Waking is not always on the menu when engulfed in a fire that must burn it's self out before becoming something else3.
Eventually, all comes to pass but along the way why not pretend that it is all new and quite exciting. It's not about 'interesting' times in which to live, there is so much more afoot than simply that.
Stupidity was created for a reason and it shall not be reasoned with.
Is that the tide coming in or just my imagination?