Together.
My thoughts stack themselves.
These quiet observations collect and when the right wind blows through, a more profound structure is formed. The dots connect, the stones stack, and I am more at home in my head than anywhere else.
I love to read the lines in the sand. I observe where we stand and marvel at the implications of divisions that we impose upon ourselves socially and societally. Perhaps it was my youth filled with many different views of culture that led me to stand by the notion that we are all in one gnarly game of make believe. It's written in the stones. It's ancient and yet present. There is the age old struggle that we must overcome.
We are greater than the linear.
I picture our collective consciousness stacking stones, waiting for us to build our homes out of something more stable than commercial sociopolitical stereotypes.
The details in the fabric speak of a more simple truth ingrained in present complexity. It begins with arguing that anything complicated breaks down to something very simple.
Embedded in the sand and stones of our time remain all that there is. We break things down to classify them as separate. We break ourselves down and away from each other to feel distinct, for comparison of this separate state. There's a whole web to be spun. What are we writing?
I personally stack each tallest small stone knowing that before it was placed there it knew it's home.
Let energy bind us together, not leave us alone.
