LIFE between THEN and NOW

a global abyss

:


  • IF

    If
    I
    had
    time


    I would gather-up all my thoughts and think at will,
    until,
    the sun set.

    I’d look and listen to
    the cosmos, and do.

    I’d dream all night and think,
    when,
    the sun rises again.

    I would think all my thoughts until there were few;
    when I knew
    :
    which ones should live
    and let-live;
    which ones should die
    and,
    which ones are just a lie.

    I’d look myself right in the eye,
    and find the answers to all questions why.

    I would think some thoughts over and over again,
    and when,
    they are completely thought through,
    I’d keep becoming new.

    If I knew how much time I had,
    I wouldn’t have to be iron-clad.

    I would build a better today.

    That way,
    I wouldn’t have to borrow
    from you or tomorrow.

    I’d cherish yesterday,
    and everything it has to say.

    If I knew how much time I had,
    I wouldn’t be mad or sad.

    I would know how much better I could make it all be.

    Imagine me,
    without finders fee.

    A skeleton key for a better way to see.

    The rest…let to be.

    If I had time,

    I would know how to begin.
    I would know how to finish.

    I would know when to rest. And, how to be my best.

    I would manifest the rest.

    I’d build a nest where everyone could be my guest.

    It would be our together quest, not a test.

    Forever rising and setting from East to West.



    While we’re mating and waiting
    for a sign,
    a sign of just how much time;
    we’ll walk the line and dine.

    We’ll rhyme, drink wine, pine, and pick infinite ideas off the vine.

    Tightly furled in this world.

    Time moving fast

    How much longer can this last

    ?

    Cannot ignore the past,

    if gravity and change, are this vast.


  • IMAGINE: 4

    Imagine dear John, that there is no hell;
    only this one, which we buy and sell.

    No heaven above us, or ground below.
    It’s time now, dear John. Please, let go.

    We’ve suffered so much, John. And we’ve only just begun.
    Dying’s the same as living. And Jesus, isn’t an only son.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    tomorrows we always want to know.

    No sleeve to put our heart on. No mask to hide behind.
    No Cro-Magnon man or woman. We are all part ape and mime.

    No box to put ourselves in. No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart, there’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    in-spite of all the danger; worlds without woe.

    One that’s easy when we lie, only matters when we die.
    One that preaches eye for eye, has no contact between the ones on high.

    None of us imagined; this would be the way…
    None of us imagined; this would be the day…

    Save them, and their double fantasy lie.
    They tied the knot, not you or I.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    the universe without foe.

    Better to walk on water; no such thing as thin ice.
    We are anything but phony; not everyone understands nice.

    We simply think twice and thrice.
    No one is immune from desire or vice.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    raven watching over us and Poe.

    Until we’re all worthy of trust, iron will always turn to rust.
    There’s no “riddle of steel”; only the way we make other people feel.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes. As do vixons and dervishes.
    Beyond birth and lust, we’re all forged from elysian space dust.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    all the places we’ll go, with our virgin spirit’s arrow and bow.

    Imagine all chess peaces black or white; no reason left to fight.

    Imagine us all reading between the lines. No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John; even yours and mine.
    We’re ALL your catcher in the rye, John. We’re no longer lost in time.

    We must catch ourselves and each other, John;
    underneath Vanilla Sky.

    Ah…

    Imagine; we’re all listening AND asking why.

    Ah…

    Say what you need to say; cups overflowing from yesterday, instead of living the wrong today.

    No…

    :

    Users…Abusers…Possessions…Obsessions…

    No longer need to be or not to be.

    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh…

    Ah…

    We’ve got you;
    it is we that stroke your back, John.

    We’ll help you as you fall.
    We’ll help you crawl through the other fourth wall.

    Imagine

    :

    finally reaping what we sow;
    a cure for what we know.

    Seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people, John;
    living in a whole new way.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    when heaven and earth are one.
    I’d say I’m a believer, John.
    But I’m just a smoking gun.

  • IMAGINE: 3

    Imagine dear John, that there is no hell.
    Only this one, which we buy and sell.

    No heaven above us, or ground below.
    It’s time now, dear John. Please, let go.

    We’ve suffered so much, John. And we’ve only just begun.
    Dying’s the same as living. And Jesus, isn’t an only son.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    a tomorrow we ALWAYS want to know.

    No sleeve to put our heart on. No mask to hide behind.
    No Cro-Magnon man or woman. We are all part ape and mime.

    No box to put ourselves in. No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart, there’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    in-spite of all the danger: a world without woe.

    One that’s easy when we lie, only matters when we die.
    None of us imagined; this would be the way…
    None of us imagined; this would be the day…

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    A raven watching over us AND Edgar Allen Poe.

    Until we’re all worthy of trust, iron will always turn to rust.
    There’s no “riddle of steel”; only the way we make other people feel.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes. As do vixons and dervishes.
    Beyond birth and lust, we’re ALL forged from elysian space dust.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    all the places we’ll go, with our virgin spirit’s arrow and bow.

    Imagine all chess peaces black or white; no reason left to fight.

    Imagine us all reading between the lines. No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John; even yours and mine.

    We’re ALL your catcher in the rye, John. We’re no longer lost in time.

    We must catch ourselves and each other, John;
    underneath Vanilla Sky. Ah…

    Imagine we’re all listening AND asking why. Ah…

    Say what you need to say;
    cups overflowing from yesterday, instead of the wrong today.

    No

    :

    Users…Abusers…Possessions…Obsessions…

    No longer need to be or not to be.
    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh.

    Ah…

    We’ve got you; it is we that stroke your back, John.
    We’ll help you as you fall.
    We’ll help you crawl through another fourth wall.

    Imagine

    :

    finally reaping what we sow;
    a cure for what we know.

    Seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people, John.
    Living in a whole new way.

    Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.

    Ah…

    I’d say I’m a believer, John.
    But I’m just a smoking gun.

  • IMAGINE: 2

    Imagine dear John, that there is no hell.
    Only this one, which we buy and sell.

    No heaven above us,
    or ground below.
    It’s time now, dear John.
    Please, just let go.

    You’ve suffered so much, John.
    And you’d only just begun.
    Living’s the same as dying.
    And Jesus isn’t an only son.

    Ah…

    Stars conceive us all from birth,
    somewhere between nothing and earth.
    and

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes
    so do vixons and daemons
    and

    No one knows the weaver, John.
    So let’s imagine all the people, John;
    living in a whole new way. Ah…

    No sleeve to put our heart on.
    No mask to hide behind.
    We are all part ape and part mime.

    No box to put ourselves in.
    No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart,
    There’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Imagine any world but this one, John.
    Rest easy, John…

    This one’s only easy if we lie
    and matters mostly when we die. Ah…

    You conquered your demons John,
    all save one.
    I’d say I’m a believer John,
    but there’s still work to be done.

    Until we’re all worthy of trust,
    iron will always turn to rust.
    There’s no “riddle of steel”,
    only the way we feel
    forged from elysian space dust.

    Imagine all chess peaces black or white,
    no reason left to fight.

    Imagine we can all read between the lines.
    No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John;
    even yours and mine.
    I’m your catcher in the rye, John.
    And we’re no longer lost in time.

    We must catch ourselves, John;
    underneath Vanilla Sky. Ah…

    Imagine we’re all listening AND asking why. Ah…

    Say what you need to say.
    cups overflowing from yesterday,
    instead of the wrong today.

    No:

    Users
    Abusers
    Possessions
    Obsessions

    No longer need to be or not to be.
    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh. Ah…

    I’ve got you, it is I that strokes your back, John.
    I’ll help you as you fall.
    I’ll help you crawl through the right fourth wall.

    Imagine:

    finally reaping what we sow,
    a cure for what we know.

    Seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people, John.
    Living in a whole new way.

    Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.

    Ah…

    I’d say I’m a believer, John.
    But I’m just a smoking gun.

  • IMAGINE: 1

    Imagine dear John, that there is no hell.
    Only this one, which we buy and sell.

    There’s no heaven above us,
    or ground below.
    It’s time now, dear John.
    Please let go.

    You’ve suffered so much, John.
    And you’d only just begun.
    Living’s the same as dying.
    And Jesus isn’t an only son.

    Stars conceive us all from birth,
    somewhere between
    nothing and earth.

    No one knows the weaver, John.
    So let’s imagine all the people, John;
    living in a whole new way. Ah…

    You conquered your daemons dear,
    all save one.
    I’d say I’m a believer John,
    but there’s still work to be done.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes

    Until we’re all worthy of trust,
    iron will always turn to rust.
    There’s no “riddle of steel”,
    if it’s forged from elysian space dust.

    Imagine any world but this one, John.
    Rest easy, John…
    This one’s only easy if we lie. Ah…

    Imagine :

    No sleeve to put our heart on.
    No mask to hide behind.
    We are all part ape and part mime.

    No box to put ourselves in.
    No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart,
    There’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Imagine all chess peaces black or white,
    no reason left to fight.

    Imagine we can all read between the lines.
    No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John;
    even yours and mine.
    I’m your catcher in the rye, John.
    And we’re no longer lost in time.

    The truth is…
    we must catch ourselves, John;
    underneath Vanilla Sky. Ah…

    Imagine we’re all listening AND asking why. Ah…

    Say what you need to say.

    Imagine:

    cups overflowing from yesterday,
    instead of the wrong today.

    No:

    Users
    Abusers
    Possessions
    Obsessions

    No longer need to be or not to be.
    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh. Ah…

    I’ve got you, it is I that strokes your back, John.
    I’ll help you as you fall.
    I’ll help you crawl through the right fourth wall.

    Imagine:

    finally reaping what we sow,
    and cure for what we know.
    Seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people, John.
    Living in a whole new way.

    Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.

    Ah…

    I’d say I’m a believer, John.
    But I’m just a smoking gun.

  • IMAGINE.

    :

    Dear John,

    Imagine there is no hell.
    Only this one, which we buy and sell.

    There’s no heaven above us, or ground below.
    It’s time now dear John, to let go.

    You’ve suffered so much and you’ve only just begun.
    Jesus isn’t my only son.

    Mary and I can only conceive earth angels and daemons,
    in a world that is not fun.

    No one knows the weaver, John.
    So, let’s imagine all the people
    living in a whole new way. Ah…

    You conquered your daemons dear, all save one.
    I’d say i’m a believer, John
    but there’s still work to be done.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes
    Until we all learn to trust,
    Iron will always turn to rust,
    We are made from elysian space dust.

    Imagine any world but this one, John.
    This one’s only easy if you lie. Ah…

    Rest easy, John…

    No sleeve to put your heart on.
    No mask to hide behind.
    We are all part ape and part mime.

    No box to put ourselves in.
    No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart,
    There’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Imagine all chess pieces black or white,
    no reason left to fight.

    Imagine we can all read between the lines.
    No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John.
    Even yours and mine.
    I’m your catcher in the rye, John
    and we’re no longer lost in time.

    The truth is that we must catch ourselves, John.

    Underneath vanilla sky
    we’re all listening AND asking why

    Say what you need to say.
    Cups overflowing from yesterday.

    No users.
    Abusers.
    Possessions.
    Obsessions.

    No longer need to be or not to be.
    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh. Ah…

    I’ve got you, it is I that strokes your back, John.
    I’ll help you as you fall.
    I’ll help you crawl through the fourth wall.

    Imagine finally reaping what we sow
    and seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people living in a whole new way
    Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.

    Ah…

    I’d say I’m a believer, John
    but I’m just a smoking gun.

  • LIFE between THEN and NOW

    .

    What happened? Happens? Between then and now? How did we get here? Do we get here? Do you know how or when? Ascend from 0 to 10? Do you even remember? Prophesize? Proselytize? Truly? Unruly? Or, has all that been forgotten? Rotten? Does it even matter? As mad as a hatter! What is it, that really matters, then? How? When?

    The history of man, women, and men…? What is a man? What is a woman? Who are they? What day is today? What belongs to them, us? Can anything belong? To anyone? To us? The story of you or us?

    Where do we come from? For the rights of some? Not just, I trust? It all began somewhere. If we go there, will we find at our core, there’s only war? Or, always something more before? Before we discovered ore?

    Are we ever here? Were we ever there? Anywhere? How far will we go? Did we go?

    Should we rediscover, lover? Play, stay, with fire? Existence dire. Buyer?

    If we don’t stop, pop; we will be stopped. Copped.

    How do we go on, slow on, steady hard? Put down our guard? Answers in the bard? This is all much too hard, when we manufacture each and every card.

    How do we slow down? Without a crown?

    Why should that be the difference, inference, between matter and antimatter?

    Would the world be in harmony without money? Honey?

    What is it that THIS world needs? Need we bleed? How can we feed? Body? Mind? Soul? It’s out of control.

    Why do we love? How do we give? Is that a way to live?

    What to make? Please don’t take! Not for beauty’s sake. Can’t decipher what is fake. Are we just living-out our own wake?

    Are we connected or infected?

    I am serenity and this is a case of mistaken identity.

    In the mirror, this face in the wrong place. A mime, lost in time. There’s no box, just a tamed fox.

    Not enough time, dime. Can’t race, or keep this pace. Gone without a trace.

    No chair. This isn’t fair.

    But it could be, and it should be.

    So sad. I’ll never break bad. I’m too mad.

    Where do I get started? Warm-hearted. It was me. Is it still me?

    I want to live the life I have; the life I didn’t have. What happens when you’ve lived the life I’ve had?

    Morrissey, I’ve forgotten what I wanted. So get me, let me….be free from the haunted.

    When do we start dying and stop living?

    Stop dying and begin living?

    I don’t understand this ryme: the whole time rime.

    I’ve been giving.

    Forgiving.

    Every day we live twice.

    Roll the dice.

    Por

    las malas

    o

    las buenas

    ?

    W0W

    W0NM0NKИ0W

    No difference between you suffering and me suffering.

    Stop buffering.

    How did we get there?
    Go there?

    Self-aware?

    From here?
    Without fear?

    Self-care.

    Permission to feel;
    heal.

    Time and space to be real.

    Choosing today AND tomorrow.

    Free from sorrow.

    Self-forgive.

    Time to live.

    ¡Ya es hora!

    Ahora
    !
    Aurora

    Beyond conditions and remissions;

    how we live and how we give.

    It makes a difference;
    how we talk and how we walk.

    JOHN

    Tell me what to say.

    Help me do it my way.

    IMAGINE

    Everyone
    changing hands.

    Sharing
    lands.

    A
    day without hours.

    Perpetually blooming flowers.

    A
    clock without hands.

    A
    grain of sand
    in my hand.

    Knowing not where it will land;
    bird leaves the ground.

    Science of silence
    and
    the majesty of sound

    .

  • between two knots

    .

    all life exists
    between the beginning and now
    the first knot tied for us
    the second, we are tying it how
    ?

    KN0W0WXW0W0Иꓘ

    !

    living and dying
    trying
    surviving
    what’s stopping us all from thriving

    ?

    the difference between truth and lying

    forever falling
    rising
    climbing

    sun need not set the way we rise it
    again and again
    end and begin again
    sun arising the way we set it

    yesterday
    in-harmony
    with
    every day

    today

    is

    yesterday and tomorrow
    from which we borrow
    ever-free from sorrow

    ?

    our world revolving
    decides the universe evolving

    breathing

    in and out

    waxing

    waning

    new way to see

    C0Ↄ

    old way to be

    or

    not to be

    full self
    up-on-a-shelf

    empty matter

    more or less

    clean-up this mess

    now and then

    how

    ?

    when

    ?

    four seasons

    harmonic reasons

    seeds of hope
    weaving roots of rope

    knowing thyself

    healing each other

    brother

    mother

    sister

    friend

    lover

    apple fall far from this tree

    defy gravity

    please

    nourish my creativity

    appease

    my thirsty eternity

    Antoine De Saint-Exupéry

    no need to rise up
    growing-up

    KIND

    never blind

    what is visible to the heart
    can also be seen with the mind

    asking why

    Y

    instead of solving for

    X

    only so many notes
    when you see it that way
    infinite
    when you play your own way

    say what you need to say

    JOHN

    what’s mine is yours
    when you don’t take it away

    let me give it my way

    none of us pure

    we are all the cure

    on the ther side of pain
    we stand in the rain

    no distain

    free from mortality
    and the complexity of morality

    beyond these knots

    E equals MC squared

    don’t be scared

    it’s only a matter of what we do

    again and then

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    how to use time

    constantly resolving

    inner and outer

    space

    in-place

    from birth

    on earth

    drinking

    thinking

    we are the fourth phase of fire

    burning

    underwater

    forever rising

    from

    ashes to ashes

    LISTEN

    !

    it

    is

    sound

    science and silence

    breaking

    day and night

    sowing and growing

    knowing

    W0NM0NKИ0W

  • NOWWOW

    .

    It is consequential,
    that we must quest harmonious living and dying;
    traversing perceivably universal dissonance
    and
    virtually unsurmountable noise.

    Indifferent and ironic
    existential penance:
    all remain in a state of perpetual harmonic tension
    unless, we rebel.

    Life is a well,
    that collects the vibrations of all souls.
    May we be conscious
    enough to fill it
    with
    compassionate, merciful, and aligned
    peace.

    Without such hope,
    we risk an unquenchable thirst;
    amidst
    everlasting
    auto-generated drought.

    KOYAANISQATSI

    ((((8((8(0)8))8))))

    HARMONY

    We are the 4th phase of water;
    rain and fire
    that
    nurtures and nourishes
    the
    eternity
    within
    every

    !NOW!

    !WOW!

    CAREFUL
    now


    which gardens
    we sow;
    grow.

    We are the stars.
    Made
    from space dust;
    we must


    BE

    We exist
    as crystals of eternity.
    Until,
    we expand,
    lend a hand,
    unfold-untold,

    OR

    NOT;

    a black hole
    in a mime’s third eye,
    are we.

    And,
    a reflection of ourselves
    in the the moons
    to
    be.

    ¡!?!¡


    BREATHE

    IN

    *

    WHO

    AM

    I

    ?

    AND

    OUT

    It’s just a matter of frequency,
    you
    see.

    It’s the real me:
    a crucible of the heart of and mind.

    Invisible to the blind.

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    in time.

    Every day:
    sublime.

    WHO
    connects
    IT
    ALL

    !¡?¡!

    I, YOU, WE

    ALL

    *

    ¡DO!

    *

    Phoenix forever falling and rising in-place.

    Rainy Day Revolution stuck in outer-space.

    MIND

    such a powerful and delicate chase

    *

    ELATION
    EARNEST RUMINATION
    LEAD
    TO
    EARNEST REVOLUTION
    THEN
    EARNEST EVOLUTION
    BEGINS
    WITH
    BETTER
    CURIOSITY
    QUESTIONS
    PERSPECTIVES
    SOLUTIONS
    FOR
    SELF-GENERATED
    INFLICTED
    PROBLEMS
    ILLUSIONS
    INSTITUTIONS

  • RAINY DAY rEVOLUTION


    In NEW YORK, August 8, 2012.
    Released for the Semiquincentennial

    A DECLARATION

    For the FORLORN SEEKER
    and the HOPEFUL PROCRASTINATOR of the

    RAINY DAY rEVOLUTION

    In CONTEMPLATIVE MEDITATION assembled.

    Inspired by the many universally liberating ideas proclaimed before.
    Driven by personal revelations with an emboldening hope for that which should no longer be postponed for a Rainy Day.

    WHEN, in the course of one’s journey through life, it becomes necessary to transform an incongruous consciousness and to assume by one’s own faculty, a new and individual station to which the laws of nature and human rights entitle one, and ought to empower one; a decent self-respect requires that one declare the causes which impel one to rEVOLUTION.

    I hold these truths to be self-evident, that ALL are born free and ought to be treated equally, regardless of identity, race, gender, age, class, religion, sexual orientation, nationality, political beliefs, or any other factor. That we are endowed by our very existence and by virtue of our rationality and sentimentally with certain unalienable rights that, among these, are: life, liberty, and the freedom to develop one’s own consciousness. These rights also include: the right to freedom of thought and expression, including the right to manifest and change such manifestations as one sees fit; the right to peaceful assembly and association; the right to security of person and mind, including the right to defend oneself from threats both from without and self-inflicted; the right to be free from arbitrary interference with one’s manner of living, provided it does not interfere with another’s enjoyment of rights; and the right to live free from want and fear. Principal among these rights are the rights to harmoniously pursue and sufficiently actualize happiness.

    That these essential rights establish a basis upon which a just and compassionate consciousness might form, and through which, one might not only pursue relative happiness, but come to understand it on one’s own terms, define it, and experience it with a willingness to help others attain the same for themselves. That one has the right to grow such a consciousness by engaging in mutually respectful relationships and partaking in enriching activities which inspire, stimulate, and exercise; leveraging universal events in order to learn through personal exploration, experience, and by assigning meaning to both successes and failures. Furthermore, that one can seize opportunities to act according to one’s principals, thereby developing and reinforcing one’s belief systems. That through self-examination, one can become a better, wiser, and kinder individual. Above all, that through one’s own enlightenment, one does indeed have perpetual permission to hope and ought to believe that one’s actions and convictions can realize one’s own aspirations as well as those of others.

    That one’s individual consciousness is, and by right ought to be, self-governed, and one has the right not to, and ought not to, assign consent for any other to govern. In order to secure these rights, one’s essence is miraculously endowed; evoking just powers from within. That through one’s salient autonomy and agency, resulting character can nurture one’s unique voice and identity. And, from the wellspring of identity, one can draw the creativity, resilience, tolerance, endurance, focus, and faith which are not only needed to survive, but generate a sense of purpose, and motivate action that will improve oneself, others, and our collective Karma; that, in celebration, one has the right to claim one’s place in the universe.

    That whenever any order of consciousness becomes destructive of these ends, it is one’s right to alter or to abolish it, and to institute a new order of consciousness, laying its foundation on such principals and organizing its powers in such form, as to oneself shall seem most likely to affect one’s safety, happiness, and identity. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that an order of consciousness long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience has demonstrated, that one’s order of consciousness is more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right itself by abolishing the forms to which it is accustomed. But when a long succession of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce it under absolute despotism, it is one’s right, it is one’s duty to throw off such an order of consciousness, and to provide a new guard for one’s future security. It is one’s duty to compel oneself to obtain recourse for self-preservation. Such has been the patient sufferance of my order of consciousness and such is now the necessity, which constrains me to alter it.

    The history of my present order of consciousness is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over my happiness and identity. Furthermore, this is a history robbed of essential self-determination, plagued by global obstruction, which causes me to postpone these ends for a metaphorical Rainy Day that has yet to appear; the nature and existence of which, is neither derived from, nor restricted by privilege.

    You have led me to believe that I ought not to be treated equally, leaving me exposed to and defenseless against all dangers of transgression including unfair treatment of person, mind, and property.

    You abdicated my self-respect and deemed others exempt from demonstrating respect on my behalf.

    You have subjected me to relentless and powerful psychological attacks, both outwardly derived and emanating from within, including acts of malice, manipulation, moral judgment, ridicule, and condemnation.

    You have continually suspended my ability to reason, by way of distraction, inhibition, intervention, doubt, and abasement, with the dual intention of fatiguing me from engaging in constructive contemplation.

    You have convinced me that I have nothing to contribute worth-while, wholesome, or necessary for the public good; nor is there an audience soliciting such contributions.

    You have stunted my ability to identify, retain, and apply language to the manifestation of my principals, ideas, sentiments, and grievances, not withstanding, the language to serve in my own defense.

    You have considered my partaking in enriching activities to be unearned and acts for which I should reside to guilt; that any joy, satisfaction, inspiration, or lessons-learned therein, would achieve no end.

    You have classified my personal character and experience to be of a lesser value than that of others.

    You have attributed my successes to haphazard fortune and my failures to an innate naiveté and ineptitude.

    You have blinded me from opportunities to act in accordance with my principals and in defiance of corrupt moral authority.

    You have caused me to be unnecessarily busy, forcing upon me, the assumption that harmony cannot be achieved by means of the current activity.

    You have cheated me of the self-assurance, which would impel me to associate with respected peers and to engage in mutually respectful relationships.

    You have conceptualized happiness on my behalf, as an unattainable, ephemeral, and retrospective occurrence; a mystery and luxury, which others alone can enjoy, and need not share in practice or elucidation.

    You have deluded me with the notion that by pleasing, rescuing, and helping others to actualize their happiness, I would attain happiness for myself.

    You have supposed that my actions and convictions are not capable of achieving my own aspirations and that I should, therefore allocate energies towards the aspirations of others, which furthermore, are of greater priority.

    You have utterly neglected and denied my general preferences, indefinitely assigning a greater importance to the preferences of others.

    You have caused me to focus solely on the negative in myself and in circumstances through destructive internal dialogues and excessive self-critique.

    You have cautioned me that I cannot escape the trappings of the past and that any error committed therein is entirely irreparable.

    You have clouded my ability to call upon my memory as a battery of prudence.

    You have encouraged me to avoid difficult and unpleasant tasks, leading me to believe that no good can come from them.

    You have endeavored to prevent me from seeking or engaging in cognitive therapy, so I ought not identify behaviors or circumstances that lead to trouble or find recourse to eradicate them.

    You have rendered my feelings useless; either demanding proactive suppression or remedy by way of “rational thinking”, resulting in elevated hostility towards myself and others.

    For plundering my self-esteem, ravaging my self-confidence, and undermining my competency.

    For being indifferent, negligent, and withholding any sign of consideration or remorse.

    For leaving me bound to anxiety, fear, and pessimism for the outcome of any situation.

    For alienating me.

    For causing me to disengage from the present.

    For suggesting that I am ungrateful.

    For leveraging my weaknesses to grow your own strength.

    You have forbidden the assent to reality, those things which might lead to my well-being.

    You have incited insurrections against me upon my attempts to assert jurisdiction over my own destiny.

    You have overwhelmed my submission response; forcing me into compliance and driving me towards deranged dynamics of dependency.

    You have effectively affirmed your dominance over me by establishing perfection as the one and only standard; and as one who could never achieve it, I should therefore, live forever in shame.

    You appropriate my hope as an opiate, meant to blind me from want.

    In every stage of this existential and cognitive dissonance, both externally inflicted and self-imposed, I have petitioned for redress in desperate and humble terms; my repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated spiritual, moral, physical, and psychological injury. A consciousness which will permit and passively foster such wrongs, offenses, abuses, and exploitations; is thus marked by every act which may deem it defective, and is unfit to be the presiding force of a dignified existence.

    Nor have I been wanting in attentions to my kin and comrades. I warned them from time to time of attempts by external and self-generated forces to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over my reason. I have reminded them of the circumstances of my turmoil and the nature of my despondency. I have appealed to their supposed compassion and self-declared magnanimity, and I have conjured them by the ties of our common interests to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of empathy and primordial consanguinity. I must, therefore, observe the necessity, which denounces my transformation, and hold them, as I hold all influences, inconsequential when committing acts of malice, and dear when engaging in deeds of love and kindness.

    I, therefore, a vanguard of the RAINY DAY rEVOLUTION, in contemplative meditation, assembled, appealing to the compassion of all sentient beings for the rectitude of my intentions, do, in the name, and by authority of my true voice, which has thus emerged and will continue to form through this imperative paradigmatic personal metamorphosis, solemnly publish and declare: I am and of right ought to be of a NEW ORDER OF CONSCIOUSNESS; that it is absolved from allegiance to external and self-destructive influences, and that all connections between it and its former order, are and ought to be totally dissolved; and with this new order of consciousness, I have full power to maintain physical and mental health, find inspiration, establish and express beliefs, pursue education and skills, form relationships, seek refuge, solicit support, build a home, travel, obtain property, develop interests, provide charity, and to do all other acts and things which an independent consciousness may of right do. Paramount among them is the obligation to RESIST THE AFFLICTION, WHICH CAUSES ONE TO POSTPONE AN ENTIRE WAY OF LIVING, lest I renounce the establishment of my own happiness, FOR A RAINY DAY. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on self-love, self-worth, self-respect, and self-discipline; I emphatically pledge my life, my resources, and my sacred honor.

    May I, through this non-violent rEVOLUTION, find wisdom, character, and harmony; may I find beauty, adventure, and moments of high victory. May I resolutely believe that I am capable of doing improbable and impossible things. May I learn from and recover swiftly from failure. May I forgive myself as well as others. May I be medicine for all sick beings in the world until I, and everyone, are healed. May I experience and be a servant of peace. May I hope and be a purveyor of hope. May I see the way and be a guide for others. May I defend my true self and be a protector for those without protection. May I never forget that oppression rallies the power to oppose it. May all those who wish harm upon others have the fortune to fully awaken.

    May TODAY forever be that RAINY DAY on which I live and love with my whole heart.


    Signed by you and I, with volition, and in behalf of the
    RAI NY DAY rEVOLUTION.

    [soliloquy]

    ATTEST.
    ONCE & FUTURE EVOLUTIONARIES


    *
    This Declaration is a creative exercise in human autodidacticism, insofar as that is that is respectfully possible.
    It draws inspiration, wisdom, and language from psychological theory, The United States Declaration of Independence, the Universal Declaration of Human Rights,
    Shantideva’ s Bodhisattva Vow, and Chancellor John Gabbert Bowman’ s commemoration of the University of Pittsburgh’ s Cathedral of Learning.

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