This summer has been a trip, rigorously and parabolically. I have been fastened and sliding into the search thruway, hopping from opportunity too plausibility hoping to shake an entry agape.
However, in this immediate world probability upstages possibility, especially when the ratios are typified by desirable, cultural comme il faut, and jargonist.
We’re consumed by the subsumed, seeking the catalyst without allowing for the build. Constructing without forethought. An attribution of ephemeral conversion, impressed upon us by the lenses we preclude as necessary, (en)coded and programmatic.
However, these devices are wiles and avenues lacking in the salubrious fuel of human existence, that substance we need to trade in, but run from… fear.
As Denise Shull writes in Market Mind Games, “the only true thing we have to fear, at least when it comes to decision about uncertainty, is a complete lack of fear.”
Is there anything more life affirming than fear? The notion of the unknown unknown being ever present like air; encompassing yet vacuumous.
Enchanting and trembling, driving our brains to work, work, work.
This is what it is like to appear idle and hastily chasing your beacon. Fear fueling the conflagration, a fire that roars assuredly without control.
Control that not even a rake could gather.
Currently, I’m a Lo-country Vagrant ready to stir up some dust and build my fucking Wildfire Sandcastle.
