LIVING IN A HERO'S AGE

We are all in a cauldron, whirling with newt eyes and bat tongues, twisting the night away and insisting there has got to be a morning after as our melted souls ooze out of our skin pores, singing songs about the southland. The cocoon is so large, it holds each of us, spun to perfection of gossamer and glittering stars. Or is it a net created by Loki to catch salmon and salvation? We are not so much through the looking glass as over the river and through the woods and over the rainbow and through the past darkly. We are the plots of bad movies we once thought good. We are in denial. We attained oneness with nothingness. Worst of times and freedom chimes. We are bad poetry. We are beautiful. We are terror and sorrow. We are so many. We are so alone. Each moment has become a multitude of dimensions. The lostness took hold long ago. It was yesterday I think, when whatever it was that was slouching towards Bethlehem took a wrong turn at Albuquerque and wound up here. Winding us up and down in equal measure. Toil and trouble. Agony, ecstasy, and other illicit items. And March was three months ago.

It really boggles the mind, when you step back, out of your body and preconceived ideas for a moment and contemplate this experience. I mean, the fact that by saying "this experience", most if not all of you know what I am talking about is astounding. Everyone in the world is united. We all are living this. We all are discussing it. No matter what side of the myriad arguments about how many deaths there have been, or if this was a biological warfare scheme, or a hoax, or whatever the fuck you want... we are all talking it, walking it, living it. This maelstrom of intensity. Protests. Global Pandemic. All of it somehow connected, isn't it? Doesn't it feel like that? That somehow, all of this is part of a larger event. The world spirit shouting "enough" from every fiber of its being. Every molecule. Every iteration of the energy that is all of us. Manifesting in the strange dreams. The savoring of human company. The delight in being alive. And the dread. The memes we share. The masks we wear. Or don't. All connected. Nobody oblivious to the situation.

We are all slouching towards each other. We are bound by this time, this instant in the cosmos of contemplation and isolation. We are that moment in the movie where the hero changes, takes all the pain and want and experience and does that thing that leads to salvation. Cue the montage music please. The film isn't over. I'm not even sure if it's part of a series, though now that I say that, I feel pretty certain it is. In any event, there is more to do on this journey, this vision quest imposed on us by strange gods. And I think we all know that, too. We are at that point in time, that crossroads where you meet demons and make decisions that alter forever who you where you end up. Big junction, conjunction junction, what's that function?

I think we are unafraid. And terrified. We are every moment from the Big Bang to the Final Entropy.

Allness.

Here's a song. It's The Exchange by Torres.