What’s the World Coming To?

A more appropriate question might be: what is it that I’ve become? As a result of the decisions I have made, as a result of the situations I have been forced to deal with, and as a result of the education that gave me the gift of sight I made a decision. I made it a long time ago. If there’s no sense in fighting it, then there’s no reason to fight it, and if there’s no reason to fight it, the best one can do is to simply step outside of it and provide an example of alternate possibilities.
It must be as a result of the possibilities that I have found in my own head that I see them in the world-at-large, but this hardly matters when you consider how narrow each individual path is, and it’s strange to think of how things rely on each other—what is the narrow without the wide?
There are very rarely things that are easily separable into even two. Dichotomies are only ever two by virtue of their prefix, for their further destruction into their own component parts rules out the possibility of ever reaching binaries. There is always a third, and usually a fourth, lurking perhaps unseen.
Black
White
Gray
Shades of Gray
All things mirror the universal structure. There are things. There are things we can sense. There are the things we do involuntarily. There is the answer to the question: why is there something instead of nothing?
Obviously, even this falls in on itself when we begin to see that the things we can sense have a parallel—or perhaps a perpendicular—that runs through the answer to the question when we “feel” one way or another about an idea.
An atom: protons, neutrons, electrons, and the cloud that hides the electrons and their movements… begging the question and subsequent un-answer.
If you’re gone for too long, when you come back you sometimes think it would’ve been better to have just stayed gone forever.
But then you get to hang out with your nephews, you get to spend time with the family that has always been there for you, and you get to spend most of your days doing what you feel like you need to do, the decision becomes a markedly more difficult one, doesn’t it?
It’s easier to be less disappointing when being it somewhere far away.
Or is it that I need my life to be my own, free from the tyranny and rancor of the bulk of humanity. It is difficult to know what to want, but that’s the most fruitful aspect of the human experience. It is inside those questions of what things are coming to, and being able to see them honestly, recite them faithfully, and understand them truthfully that we begin to watch the flower of our humanity take root. And when once taken root, the tendency for most plants—be they of the spiritual or physical nature—is toward growth.
Nurture the questions of existence. Breathe in the death you accept and exhale it as the possibilities of what the world could be.
Sometimes making words is like making love,
One makes meaning in the physical/mental/psychological
And the other the mental/psychological/spiritual
Realms.