Choices, choices, your resting, testing, potential realities, your potent possibilities, veiled by or vibrant in your irreducible blend of raw biology and reason. What makes your moves, what prompts and prods and pokes? What within you calls you to task and daringly demands you meet the fates you’ve formed?
In quiet, solaced silence, what rises in you? What goads, what guides, what tries, terrorises or beguiles? Do you meet the creatures of your curdled sub- and super- conscious, greet them with beseeching trepidation and see where they take you? Or do you dismiss the wit of your incisive quiet, the discomforting directive reflections, and riot in favour of tireless entitlements, the adornments of ordinariness, the anthropocentric metrics of acceptability? What do you accept, unwitting, will-lessly, as ordinary wisdom? What leads you in your daily tedium? Which forces fuel your unwished feelings, provide your passionless motivations? In your settled solitude, do you brood mundanely, profanely, fixate on your impotence and failings, bray about and petulantly pray for petty pennies or empty recognition?
Or do you let your unwound mind meet its marvels, its matches, and allow the factions of your awareness to find ground upon which to collectively stride? Do you allow yourself to be your wisest, to enact your insightful intensities, to indulge your propensity for perception?
Here, choice-maker, -taker, -creator, chaos may cloak us, boast supremacy, but in amongst the madness we meet and make patterns, craft meanings fleeting or ones which continue, self-seeding, until their unseen ends. There is no crafting of chaos from minds myopic or too messily spread – the best patterns, reiterative realities which birth their own eternities, are stitched wittily by the ceaseless seekers, the seers, the souls with gazes well-directed at the plain, the painful, the purely true in its transient grandeur. So let me suggest a stand, a meeting, an entreating of the quiet, incisive wisdoms which offer the solace of honesty and the stirring of nascent eternities.