We are standing on the edge of a new dimensional plane, a way of thinking so much the forefront that the words we need are being sewn together as we speak them, new issnesses, vibes, dimensionalities. We are beginning to find a way to reckon with the flow of things, having come to realise that what we are currently afforded does not allow awakened individuals to flourish. So we are creating that air, that air space to breathe and grow into, and speak together across layered networks of meaning as a unified counter culture. We are of the age, now, our generation, that we are faced with a frighteningly simple binary choice between authentic growing, personhood and an appreciation of the dance between forgetting and remembering, discovering and doing, and between ignoring and falling asleep again, misunderstanding the chaos of machines and excluding all our wonder to struggle within a territory of hierarchy and superiority, all the while losing touch with our choice, and our moral and ethical duties. These duties are aligned with reckoning with the earth's climatic forces, with humanities propensity towards reacting emotionally and blind, within which, sensitivity is disregarded as weakness, rather than an extraordinary power towards understanding. Each of us has a mode of sensitivity that ought to be understood from experiencing the melting of flows, individuals, creatures, forces, are not to be placed in and of themselves as a reaction to the way things are, but as a nation towards what is always becoming. Each of us have reference points to discover along plateaus within our lifetimes, which are not postive modes of being to apply to all future problems, but rather they are negative spaces, alignments, some being more resistant to being washed away by the flows of forgetting than others, and it is these resistantivities that connect us, and differentiate indivuals by the path by which they are found, and the way in which they are collectively remembered in conversation with friends, enemies, and strangers.
On a societal level, this burgeoning wonder, this new stage of counter culture, that which seeks Flux and flow as a way to co opt the static that has been gifted to us through decades of cultural growth, has to have new ground to territorialise, there must be a rift, already sown, a space, waiting, a language, a time slowly weaving itself into being, from our own sense of direction, from our own becoming.
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