"It is not that we lie to ourselves, but rather - the self is the lie we truth to."

-- a soulmate

a traveling beehive

they fill the niches as if

you were a cup in

-

the ocean

-

.

just what world is

this,

that even over 6 billion

people

can't see,

where common sense

is the least common

thing here

?

what is this

world

that even in

the silence

of

death,

no voice can be

heard?

to treat what is minoritarian as though it were majoritarian is, besides unfitting, both actually condescending and counter-progressive. it lies, and through lying feigns absolute equality, which is really homeomorphic deception. that is, it assumes -- and propagandizes the assumption -- that there is no significant difference between the former and latter, thus the former need only accept the (false) given -- that is, 'shared' -- conditions of their relations with the latter.

it's the path of least resistance for neocolonialist agenda. there must be friction if there is to be change in favor of anyone or anything beyond these in power. and there must, at key times, be acceptance of this friction, by those who feel the heat of it.

The reason hope prevails at all costs, when
it does, is that

it accompanies the most reason

able sense of how the world should progress,

provided your key ass

ump

tion is that the most import

ant and overriding comp

on

ents

of the uni

verse are harm

ony, peace, integrity

, happi

ness and love

.

But the world most of

ten see

ms to defy the un

iverse of these

-- or perhap

s

everyone's sense of what these things are

con

tra

dicts their family's, neigh

bors', fri

end

s' and lovers'.

Per

haps the dream of one m

an or woma

n trying to see -- or share -- a bigger picture of how these things

work is a lost

cause. But then, there's hope for that too, isn

't there.

.

.

.

.

sometimes i wish
that the night
could last for days