In the darkest black of night
The only viable source of light
Is one illuminating from the inside
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Like a candle flame framing a zoetropic spin
This act of Dreaming
Is a service to Life.

Merely shadows dancing on the wall of the cave
Sunlight wavering as it dies trying to penetrate
The densest ocean depths

We, drenched, in our ignorance
Like original sin

Dare to wake up each morning
And write it all off like it's nonsense

Instead of using it
To make sense

What we write off
and what we recall
No more meaningful than this hair
or that thread
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But I despair at this.

What will we have left if we fail to make it all make sense?

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Not that it ever did. And surely, this is a feat, a lift
requiring generations.

But still...

Why do we have the eerie sense to know
that it could make sense
if we only tried
maybe in different ways?

Opprobrium!
(Mix of disgust-and-superimposed-disgrace!)
Such dreaming is defiant
And does nothing at the end of the day!
This, the social order says.

But I say,

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See for yourself!
Let my projections become YOUR project!
And not the other way around!
Mine are greater indeed!
So allow me to pontificate.
And spin the open threads MY special way.

I wonder aloud,

What kind of madhouse logic has set this whirligig shitshow a-splashing
This gaudy wrestling match -type whiplash, unmatched yet
This awful effort to form more complex organizations
Only to have it rendered into shattered
raw entropic meaningless
Again and again?

A dastardly Queen called Life rules this game.
And it is Her graces we live for,
By Her grace we have on our tongues
anything even remotely approaching
the sweet taste of Life.

Life is the candle, source of light in the nothingness.

She has Dreamed us into Being.

And when we Dream,
We touch down in the land of Knowing
Feel the gap AS a gap, and sense the firm assurance of certain
enduringly true, yes, irreducible, tracks
of Pattern maps and maps and other maps
That make the chattering impressions into more than noise,
Into a brilliant pleasure
Approaching Sense.

The bliss of Insight
our meager reward
for this ecstatic accomplishment,

this fine Tribute to Her majesty.

Added to her royal train of life—
You, a Gem,
Meant to enhance her infinitely recursive elegant glory
When you have completed your part:
To resolve without reducing
In beauty and mastery so apparent
Like articulated geometric patterns, God in forms,
Like stone-carved statues, whose form shall not decay
For millenia, even.
Pure gold.

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Your life matters and makes sense.
What we're doing here matters, and has the potential to make sense.
You may not see these things as true, but I do,
And WE Must!
To come together and RESOLVE
like the crashing ecstasy of an orchestra (literally-the-word-is:) resolving on a chord
Revolve and revolt and evolve until it becomes RESOLVED
It is so obvious, in truth,
That when you get up close to it
All the words merge into a clarifying soup

BUT SOMETHING IS GREATER AND GLORIFIED
BY THE KNOWING

Resolution is not a myth.
It is a phenomenon.
And we can handle more complexity than we think;
We are equipped.

Let's lean in to the edges now.
Encompass more and expand intelligence.
We have less to lose than we think.
We might as well imagine that,
gee, there could be some kind of story here
...before the wick underneath that candle flame
snuffs out.

Look. My dear friends.
I know it's hard, but do it with me.

This world is ugly. Wretched, even. Tearing apart at the seams.
To see it... to see it as it really seems... well, this may feel like too much, too fast, too often.
It might be tempting to trash it as offense, as simply stupid, and be done with it.

But please, I beg you,
Cling to the life-testifying light within you.
The one that illuminates your dreams at night
Even in the darkest hours.
Let it work its wisdom through you and guide you to right action.
Stick with your powers of sense-making and meaning-making.
Believe your dreams.
Believe in one another.
Believe in yourself.
Challenge yourself to do more—
especially by going beyond
your ordinary worldview.
Crossing that inner threshhold into something
More transcendent, even more lucid.

What do you really have to lose at this point?
Now. What other time is there?
Do it now.

Hang in there.

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Love you,

C.