PERFECTLY IMPERFECT

Northwest woods / 2020 / Photo by RCS

Is there a more perfectly imperfect way to begin the day than going for a long, long drive? Going way out on the edge of town past the cow pastures, beyond the half torn down remains of the former Hat & Coat Factory. Where do we want to go as the world ends, and a new one is becoming? Finding ourselves out on the backroads. Looking for timeless news of the momentary universal aspects of life. Where do we want to find ourselves before the end of the world isn’t a breakfast or dinnertime conversation starter. Have it your way, lunchtime it is. Let’s trade places, and I’ll become you for a month and see how the world flashes by and tells stories through your eyes. What do you say? Beginning it all again, and then again, plus one more again, seems to be the key to making our worldwide brainwashed cultural distortion field completely indigestible. As long as we’re wearing our Suspenders of Disbelief, we can change the narrative, and start all over again. I read somewhere remembering is the new forgetting. But I forgot where. It's going to take a reawakening of joyfully focused individuality and conviviality to bring forlorn and quagmired humans to a standing pose, rather than a distracted and aloof standstill. Without any doubt, everything’s finally becoming quantum because it needs to be, for everything to make sense. Timelines are splintering apart, and minds are opening up to all they’ve been closed off to in the Beforetimes. We’re at the edge of the continent, and there’s no going backwards. Over by the scenic misty cliffside, light-filled and glowing minds have been switched on. As was predicted in ancient stone tablets recently unearthed near a majestic waterfall on the Sunshine Coast in British Columbia. And so, our travels begin again. Upward and forward, along the rocky trail next to the wide Pacific Ocean.