PSYCHOTROPIC DECORATION

 

What happened did not come without warning. For long now, the signs have been there. Of course, signs exist only when there is some kind of consciousness tracking them. Otherwise, their existence is easy to be distrusted. Especially when the acquitting retrospectives are so convenient for the subject.

But what if the subject is you? What happens now that the subject is me? A lot. So much that this exercise of instinctive inventiveness is disrespected, almost losing its interest. You can always, for example, resort to minimum effort. There is always that lukewarm embrace of your B-version, or of mine, if you wish…

The fact is so blatantly simple, but understand that what goes for one, goes for all. The facts are right there. It is the translation, a product of the value structure and of the ability of every consciousness, which varies. This sounds chaotic, but is still the shortest path to manifestation, and in the end who blames Chaos with such certainty? The Coward. It is he who sets the aphorism afront and, basking in reflected glory, rejoices in battles sure to be won. Virtual battles, of course, but this he is willing to ignore, or even forgive, wantonly fondling in his imagination trophies long desired, that now driven by the forces created by this very void, are wandering away. Time though, knows not of excuses.

So it is me. Nothing special, nothing more than a centrifugal approach and random disparate boldness. The journey will be shorter than originally anticipated. Yet all is judged in terms of strength. With the rigid and binary morality as a pre-requisite, the isolated outcome inescapably incorporates accidental combinations of which you do not partake and about which you are not entitled to boast.

So, take in everything, my friends. From the warmest light to the darkness we tell children they should not be afraid of. And of course, we lie.

Each to their Darkness, ladies and gentlemen. Is it not?

A journey riding images and thoughts that some may find as inducing some sort of psychotropic decoration, while others will delight in triumphant rejection.

And we all create the Big Picture, as it evolves …