Musings: A Revised Paradigm of Self in a Post Truth Culture

Abstract of Existence by LJ Frank, artist

by LJ Frank

The voyage continues, to trek and hike to not so obscure places on Earth and have yet to understand the economic advantage of an alternative fact world; whereas I do recognize debt is in a bank and corporate interests, there are financial gains to be made with the deliberate gamesmanship of data;

 Blowback is a chessman on the chessboard of politics where war minimizes the movement toward a deeper probing of issues; as a voyager I strive to reconcile my search for peace within the theater of life where audience and actor roles are entangled…and one can confuse one with the other;

 I’ve spent a portion of my life seeking and have found no secrets hidden in ancient papyrus scrolls, texts or rituals except as a form of self-empowerment; do unto to others as you would have them do to you is a moral lesson uncovered in Eastern and Western traditions, perhaps it’s probably inherent in our genetic code, and when such a formula is applied to the language I tell my body, self-healing becomes a beneficial exercise;

 I know of no human brain or group of brains that possess special knowledge in appraising the unknowable and invisible though countless volumes have been written; while that which beckons my heart does so to express my being-ness while alive at this singular moment; and I know blurred reflections on the mirror’s surface betray the ambiguity of existence, affected by those who wish to make money off the ills of others;

 If nothing is new under the stars what does it mean for the future of humans who face the increasing possibility that our solar system eventually being swallowed by a black hole upon which the information and knowledge that human civilizations even existed on a place we call Earth –  will cease in the form we know now;

 So I immerse my palate in the remarkable and exhilarating ‘now’ without falling into endless schemes shaped by others with questionable care for the downstream effects of their words and actions;

I know the anxiety of an empty stomach lingers when caught in greed’s snare; fear and angst are parasites in a world of alternate facts and truths, while I acknowledge the resulting infection may devour from the inside…but only if I allow; so my heart smiles in resignation that there’s much I don’t know…while embracing the affirmative traits of self and the nurture that’s buried in the human soul.