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Twas the week before Christmas, when all through my heart

My blood to my head, and my soul comes apart;

Sleepwalking through crises, profuse wear and tear,

Mad hopes that St. Nicholas would answer a prayer;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Decided right there, no more sugar-plum crap,

We went out on the lawn and we made such a clatter,

The kids and the neighbors sang "what is the matter?"

My eyes they did roll and my teeth they did gnash,

My heart and my arms they did flail and thrash.

"Look at the hate and the anger," I cried.

"Look at the trees and the birds that have died.

Look at the lies and the myths and the fear,

Look at the truths we try hard to unhear."

Most of the neighbors, they went back to bed,

But the children, they listened, and nodded their head;

They listened as one and the wisdom it came,

Forgotten ways shouted, they called them by name;

"Now, Seeing! Now, Blinking! Now, Hearing and Flowing!

On, Feeling! On, Thinking! On, Learning and Growing!

In the commons we'll share! Divided we'll fall!

Walls that we build will imprison us all!"

As dry wisps that before a tradition does die,

When we meet with an obstacle, mount and defy,

Conventional wisdom may be what we knew,

But now we unthink and rethink and redo.

And then, with a crinkling, old guard undermines,

The future is benched, the past redefines.

But I knew in my head as I was turning around,

The wisdom of children will prevail and astound.

The old will die off and the young will refresh,

With thoughts and ideas that will strengthen and mesh;

With kindness and poise they will pick up the slack.

With passion and reason they'll work to give back.

I will join the young! It's too late to be wary!

I will raise up more clatter and be more contrary!

To those droll little mouths drawn up like a bow,

Those imperious looks that think that they know.

That stump of a brain entrenched in old ways,

The fearful adherents hanging on in a daze;

I'll maintain a broad mind! I'll denounce Machiavelli!

I'll steer clear of groupthink and the old underbelly!

No more chubby and plump! No more pompous old elf!

I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll find a new self!

With a wink and a nod and a twist of their head,

The children will look to the future instead;

Believing they can, and knowing they must,

The children will fill all our stockings with trust.

Obeying the knowing uncertainty knows,

The children, I trust, they will not presuppose;

So perhaps we won't slay our Santa just yet,

Perhaps he still lives through our hearts and our sweat,

And perhaps through our children he'll grow erudite,

I believe in the children. Happy Christmas. Good Night.

Twas two weeks before Christmas, when all through my head,

Not a festive thought stirring, just sadness and dread;

Tick-tockings were going as if Sapiens don't care

That hopes for our future are filled with hot air;

Grown children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

Not thinking, not growing, believing the crap,

All but the ego in a long winter's nap,

Though out on the lawn there's much chaos and clatter,

We dream in our beds like there's nothing the matter.

We don't hear the cries from the people in trouble,

We don't open shutters that may burst our bubble.

Picayune and obsessed we will soon come to know

That our lustre is tarnished, we'll reap what we sow.

And one day to my wondering eyes may appear,

A knowledge that moments before was a fear

A knowledge whose driver's not lively or quick,

But a fear that is furtive and impolitic.

Already from darkness the curses they came,

Fear whistled, and shouted, and cast them by name;

"Unseeing! Unblinking! Unhearing! Unknowing!

Unfeeling! Unthinking! Unlearning! Ungrowing!

To the ends we will scorch! To the ends we will maul!

So dash away! Dash away! Progress must fall!"

As dry crusts that before the malignancy fly,

When we meet with an obstacle, flake and deny.

So up to the ego the curses they flew,

To slay all the truth, to knock futures askew.

And as I am wrinkling, so too is mankind

Survival's suspect, expert thought much maligned.

We make our own truth from what's lying around,

We trust our own instincts, so often unsound.

Mandates dressed as fact from pretentious surmise,

Assumptions all tarnished with dogma unwise;

Unbundling the noise he diverts and distracts,

This monster called Fear he divides and subtracts.

His myths -- how they twinkle, he's simple but wary!

He bleakly imposes and grows more contrary!

He's old as all knowledge, yet knows but one thought,

There's only THIS MOMENT! Next moment's for naught.

The stump of his thinking ensnares you and me,

The future is work but the moment is free;

Implanting ideas in the head and the belly,

The future is scary and sweaty and smelly.

To stay chubby and plump, a right comfy old elf,

The ease of the Now, taking care of myself;

Then a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Made me recognize what's so far gone unsaid;

Unselfish tomorrows create lots of work,

And this is, it seems, where Fear likes to lurk,

But No! It is not the work that we fear,

But the unavowed threat that my end is near;

Tomorrow's reminder: each day that goes by,

It's one less day to the day that I die.

So we'll live for today, we'll worsen our plight,

Unknowing. Ungrowing. Happy Christmas. Good Night.

Tomorrow's regret is today's fear.

Today's fear is denial:
A desire to ungrow, and unlearn the lessons from the future;
A desire to lay back on soft pine needles, in the comfortable warmth of sunny dispositions and breezy conversations;
A desire to unhear cries for help and pleas for progress;
A desire to unsee wanton disregard and ruinous neglect.

Tomorrow's regret is today's fear.

I do not believe in money. I do not believe in property. I do believe in an organized system to maintain peace, and to care for each other and the world we share. In "this previous post" I advocated for no ownership and proposed an alternative but similar system. I won't rehash the entire post here, but I will give a flavor of the philosophy in the two quotes below:

"Then if we are associated for the sake of liberty, equality, and security, we are not associated for the sake of property; then if property is a natural right, this natural right is not social, but anti-social. Property and society are utterly irreconcilable institutions. It is as impossible to associate two proprietors as to join two magnets by their opposite poles. Either society must perish, or it must destroy property."
--Pierre Joseph Proudhon; (1809 - 1865)

"The first person who, having enclosed a plot of land, took it into his head to say 'this is mine' and found people simple enough to believe him, was the true founder of civil society. What crimes, wars, murders, what miseries and horrors would the human race have been spared, had someone pulled up the stakes or filled in the ditch and cried out to his fellow men: 'Do not listen to this impostor. You are lost if you forget that the fruits of the earth belong to all and the earth to no one!'"
--Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 1854

Money and property are imaginary constructs that have bounced around between an organized system of opportunity and a bureaucratic system of ensuring status quo. Today we reside in the latter and this gap between opportunity and control is ever-widening. We are so caught up in divisive politics and pretentious grandstanding that there are no more good guys; there is no more common ground; and in this moment, there is very little societal learning and growth. Today, to be a moderate is to be indecisive; to sell out; to be a coward. But to pick sides is to perpetuate stupidity and ignorance. Yet pick sides, we must: the multi-mega in-your-face industrial size stupidity? Or the burrowing duplicitous contemptuous rat-face ignorance? We must choose the lesser of the evils.

I despise what we have become. And I realize that what we have become did not begin with elections in 2016; nor did it begin with the financial crisis of 2008. We have been working towards what we have become for decades. To give one person or one event all the blame (or credit) is to overcompensate; each one of us have contributed to this problem.

I would like to believe that we have reached the vertex and that our chaotic ineptitude will begin its transformation into energetic abundance; and perhaps the "energetic" piece will prevail sooner, but any sort of universal abundance appears to be some number of decades away. Regardless, we must begin.

And if we must begin with energy, I believe anger to be a fine impetus. I said "here" that I believe we should be angry; and I also said we should have a method to rationally prioritize that anger. If we can learn to consistently practice rational thought, which is most important when listening to the rat-face left or the in-your-face right, (especially if you are an enthusiastic member of the other side), then we have begun the process of transforming anger into energy. And once I have some momentum from consistent rational thought, perhaps I can focus that energy on productive output toward abundance.

If you find yourself agreeing that yes indeed, the other side should absolutely learn to practice rational thought, then you are still contributing to the problem. If you find yourself agreeing that yes indeed, both sides should absolutely learn to practice rational thought, then you are still contributing to the problem. It is only when I say, "I must consistently, in all circumstance, practice rational thought," that we will begin to move toward abundance; knowing that, on our current trajectory, tomorrow's abundance is today's presumption; tomorrow's desire is today's entitlement; tomorrow's despair is today's insolence.

And tomorrow's regret is today's fear.

Grow up!

"Unless you are happy to entrust the future of life to the mercy of quarterly revenue reports, you need a clear idea what life is all about."

The quote above is found in the introduction to "21 Lessons for the 21st Century" - Yuval Noah Harari's latest book. If this were a required essay question, (which in a sense it is), "What is life all about" may elicit many similar and grouped responses, but at its core the generalized answers would consist of (in this moment) 7,666,971,887 varying interpretations so full of depth and nuance that the most intrepid explorer, faced with this allegorical maze of narrow corridors in changing arctic to equatorial conditions, could never map even his or her own interior. And of those most intrepid explorers that embark upon this journey, some never return. I believe it is good to explore and poke around at some depth, but as passageways begin to narrow and climates move toward extremes, perhaps it is best to climb back to the surface to live another day. And for those of us who are at the surface and who are claustrophobic, I believe we would be just as well substituting "the hokey-pokey" for "life" in the quote above.

And perhaps they are more synonymous than our high-minded human brains would like to admit: active, communal participation is at least a place to start. But active, communal participation in and of itself is not as marketable and thus is not as profitable as is an autonomous, independent celebration of "Me" even though this marketing of "Me" that ultimately results in its own unrecognized communal participation is created to delude and deceive and keep us busy with high-minded self-importance so we are unable to actually do the hokey-pokey. I vote for the hokey-pokey.

As it is today, many individuals would refuse to "put their right elbow in" and many others would rather cut off their left arm than to "shake it all about." This is sad. We should strive for an honest and sincere ambidexterity. Yes, we will still own our leanings, and some small degree of duplicitous political correctness will invariably creep in, but the effort must be made.

I should shake my weak wing with wild abandon and put my whole self in, but instead, today, we feel compelled to choose sides and unfortunately the choices seem to be limited to us and them and the distance between us and them seems to be widening. Yet when I look closely, I see some circularity. In some specific aspects of this spectrum the far right and the far left are closer than they realize. And as the more moderate elements (as they sit today) continue to move and circle further left and further right, there may come a day in the not-so-distant future when, by flattening the segment we occupy, we have once again become moderate.

I do not claim to understand all the subtle intricacies of our political spectrum, and I am not a fan of generalizations or labels, but for the sake of argument if we label today's far right as nationalistic conservative traditionalism bordering on fundamentalism and favoring capitalism, and if we label today's far left as social democracy favoring capitalism, and if we acknowledge that some aspects of traditionalism overlap with some aspects of the nether regions of social democracy, then we can visualize these two extremes circling to meet each other where ultimately, (with the flattening mentioned above), the left becomes straight-up liberalism, the right becomes straight-up conservatism and the center becomes a form of social democracy. I believe this the most likely scenario because I believe today's younger generations influenced by today's culture will more likely move social democracy to center stage pushing dying pockets of nationalism and fundamentalism further right toward inconsequentiality; and this belief is supported by research and polls.

Regardless of the polls, there are those who will disagree with my conclusion of a most likely scenario, but a significant majority of those who would disagree will be insignificant in 40 years and many will no longer be casting votes in 20 years.

And, "That's the Jingle Bell...
That's the Jingle Bell...
That's the Jingle Bell Rock!"

Shake your weak wing with wild abandon and put your whole self in!