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Prize and Battlefield

"Belief is both prize and battlefield, within the mind and in the mind's mirror, the world. If we believe humanity is a ladder of tribes, a colosseum of confrontation, exploitation and bestiality, such a humanity is surely brought into being. You and I, the moneyed, the privileged, the fortunate, shall not fare so badly in this world, provided our luck holds. What of it if our consciences itch? Why undermine the dominance of our race, our gunships, our heritage, and our legacy? Why fight the "natural" (oh weaselly world!) order of things?

Why? Because of this: - one fine day, a purely predatory world shall consume itself. Yes, the Devil shall take the hindmost until the foremost is the hindmost. In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.

Is this the doom written within our nature?

If we believe that humanity may transcend tooth and claw, if we believe diverse races and creeds can share this world as peaceably as the orphans share their candlenut tree, if we believe leaders must be just, violence muzzled, power accountable and the riches of the Earth and it's oceans shared equitably, such a world will come to pass.

I am not deceived. It is the hardest of worlds to make real."

David Mitchell "Cloud Atlas"

Warm Ghost - Open The Wormhole In Your Heart

God's Awful Grace

I'm watching the ravens outside my window in the rain. They're overdressed in their black ties, scouring the ground for dinner time. They don't see the treasure chest inside my rib cage. But God does. I've been watching too many war documentaries. I woke up last night and thought I was in a German prison camp. I was lost. But I normally am. I've found this out about myself. I am an island. And not in the clever way. I am an island. More so than anyone else I know. Maybe it's turning into a problem. But maybe not. I am an island. I am an island of a man, and I can't seem to make the wanderlust be quiet. I've made an enemy of convention. It tastes sour on my tongue.

I see your manger. I see where you sleep. I know someday we'll meet. I self medicate, and I need rest. This is my letter to you. My self-styled hymnal. I constantly test the mettle of my heart. I poke it with a stick to see if it'll snap. I grow weary of the lack of purity in all things. Then I see the diametric opposition and the gray ground, and I just get confused. Shipwrecks on the jagged cliffs of the sea. I don't "just get by."

My seeking leads me to be sought. I feel that. I try to have patience too. I really try. I try to mean what I say, and say what I mean. I need rest.

Holy Shit