This blog is rapidly becoming the site of moribund emptiness. Material accumulates, but j-o-b interferes with any creative expression. This raises many questions relating to how life is lived versus how it may be lived. As energies enter later phases and levels, life-time comes to more crucial junctures: what to spend it on. Limited supply and no do-overs raise the price to that asymptotic limit: transcendence!
I think I understand William Blake. A man who brought his soul to life, at the expense of not living so much within the bounds of the social system. “A man not forestalled by predecessors, nor to be classed with contemporaries, nor to be replaced by known or readily surmisable successors…”
But then, as Empire teeters on what is left of its decaying foundation, what of intellect, creativity, spiritual movement?
“That’s One Big Belch For Man,
One Average ( Syncopated ) ( Plastic ) Hiccup For Mankind ….”
______ Ubu Roi V
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