Radiance, brilliant in its un-light, fills my home unit. The others awake to it and are bathed in it. As I sit for my labor figures, unseen, dance in my periphery.
Status Update: Twenty
Drip Drip Dripping, from some unknown corner of my mind, draws me from my sleep. The others eyes flutter to the sound; un-truth is clearing from their mind. The question of purpose returns as I begin my labor.
Status Update: Nineteen
The wind blows deeply and my home unit sighs in it. The others shiver in it; are they awakening to the truth? I feel a judgement is near, I must focus my labor toward that end.
The Great Need of Now
Over the last few days I have been attempting to come to grips with what is going on in the United States and what is needed. I will not call it a madness; I will not call it a chaos; I will not call it an insanity. I will call it pain. Such great pain … Continue reading The Great Need of Now
Status Update: Eighteen
New dawn light fills my home unit with foreboding. The others eyes flutter open with vigor. I begin my labor heavy with anticipation.
On the Silencing of the Body Politic
In very recent days the President of the United States (POTUS) was fact checked by his favorite social media platform, Twitter. In doing so the company, and other social media platforms, have been threatened by the POTUS with new regulations, or Presidential orders, that would limit their ability to fact check the POTUS, or outright … Continue reading On the Silencing of the Body Politic
Status Update: Seventeen
Reality slowly trickles into existence as my home unit comes into focus. The wellness of the others lingers in the periphery with heavy truth. Another day of labor begins.
Status Update: Sixteen
Is it dreams that shape our world, or something more… no I cannot allow doubt into my home unit. The others are well and dutiful. I will focus on my labor and put these thoughts aside.
Status Update: Fifteen
The morning brought a grown, from me or my home unit I cannot be sure. The others are prepared for new days. And I… I return to my labor pensive toward what awaits. *crackle* *crackle* *heeeeahhhharrrrshhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
Why Pragmatism?
While engaging in casual, albeit political, conversations that draws out some of my deeper and developed thoughts, I often end up getting one of at least two responses. First, is in agreement followed by where I read about such and such idea, but then amazed that it didn’t come from the new media. Second, disagreement … Continue reading Why Pragmatism?
