Roots
To stand.
In one place as the world turns around me.
To sink my hands into the soil year after year, embedding my roots as deeply as the trees I nurture.
To build an empire of my own making on This Spot, my spot.
My home, my paradise, my Eden.
To feel my soul slip into the hidden crevices of this place and become both nurturer and nurtured.
Sanctuary.
To be cut down is of little consequence when my roots are entrenched in this spot and will, therefore, allow me to grow again, and again, and again…
Wanderlust
The horizon.
That far off promise of never ending possibilities.
The continuous clarion call of “What’s next, what’s next, what’s next?”
To see and touch and revel in all that is diverse and foreign. New sights, sounds, tastes. New ways of seeing things. New ideas and paradigms.
So many places, there can never be enough time.
Allowing my soul to soar onward, always onward toward that distant horizon. Stopping just long enough to sip from the timeless wells of all the places and cultures this world has to offer.
That is Freedom.
You can never be lost when every place call your soul to come home.
Conformity
Acceptance, companionship, safety.
Survival.
Within the crown anonymity is found. To be singled out is death, or worse.
Blend.
The urge to fit is writ into my genes.
Keep the peace, follow the crowd, safety equals contentment. Listen and obey. Don’t rock the boat.
To follow is to be taken care of, to be safe.
Adults will provide, the State will provide, the Lord will provide.
Conform and all will be given.
The draw is primal.
Rebellion
I reject your Way.
Sheep can be led anywhere. To pasture, or to slaughter.
There are always shades of gray and more than one way to look at any given thing.
I forge my own path and don’t care if it has been trod before or not. i do not care if I must tread alone.
I will not be held back by fear or the need for others’ validation.
My life can only be lived my be and I must decide what forms it will take.
Spirituality
The rhythms of ritual and ceremony call to my soul.
There is so much in the world, so much within us, that is unexplained.
There is magic and beauty and the miraculous all around if you just open up and see it.
We are all connected. To each other, to everything.
Sometimes, if I sink into my very center and reach out for that which is greater than the whole of myself, I touch something Transcendent.
Logic
Reason, logic, methodology, evidence.
These are the calling cards of he critical thinker.
The only meaning the Universe has is that which we give it. But there is a rhyme and rhythm to it that can be ascertained through the language of Mathematics and the process of the Scientific Method.
All things can be explained through empirical investigation given enough time and the correct tools.
The majestic beauty of the entire Cosmos is all right there for us to unlock and understand.
Only empirical evidence divines truth.
I will not put my faith in that which cannot be proven. I will go where the evidence leads and follow that truth even if it is hard to bear.
They say a house divided cannot stand.
And yet…Here. I. Am.
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