The remarkable unelastic phenomenon of substack simply participates in and mimics that of greater society. Writing, to be successful must spell everything out directly. Imagination is only the key if it arrives in the form of a McDonald's hamburger, and like that burger, the real meat -the imagination-is never present. Result? They sell gazillions.
However one wishes to describe it, the Spiritworld, the communications of dreams, the very roots of perception and death are Reality in the truest sense. Supposing for a moment one can muster enough curiosity to go there, one quickly discovers that the boring, linear, spell it out, hamburger that isn't, demand for active shallow information falls on very deaf ears.
Dreams don't yield to trite assumptions. Neither does perception, because what you see is definitely not what you get. Underlying this all is the reality of death, and the ways in which that reality invades any true enquiry.
Are you uncomfortable yet?
Are your assumptions challenged enough for you to unsubscribe, run and hide, to read about politics as if they ever were anything besides distractions?
There is a simple beauty to death, to perception, to the achingly merciless world. Do you perceive?
The remarkable unelastic phenomenon of substack simply participates in and mimics that of greater society. Writing, to be successful must spell everything out directly. Imagination is only the key if it arrives in the form of a McDonald's hamburger, and like that burger, the real meat -the imagination-is never present. Result? They sell gazillions.
However one wishes to describe it, the Spiritworld, the communications of dreams, the very roots of perception and death are Reality in the truest sense. Supposing for a moment one can muster enough curiosity to go there, one quickly discovers that the boring, linear, spell it out, hamburger that isn't, demand for active shallow information falls on very deaf ears.
Dreams don't yield to trite assumptions. Neither does perception, because what you see is definitely not what you get. Underlying this all is the reality of death, and the ways in which that reality invades any true enquiry.
Are you uncomfortable yet?
Are your assumptions challenged enough for you to unsubscribe, run and hide, to read about politics as if they ever were anything besides distractions?
There is a simple beauty to death, to perception, to the achingly merciless world. Do you perceive?