dawn

And if there is a web that ties you and I together, and if there is shared anatomy , if there is shared humanity..

Deep breath…

I call people “monkeys” as a nod to evolution, Try to remember that you really are an animal.

And you’ve got that lizard brain, you’ve got that primal, you’ve got that killer instinct..

Anything to secure survival…

But you also have grace,

And tenderness, and sweetness, and heart–

It is brutal and it is beautiful and it’s all happening at the same time.

People in one location of the Planet are having circuitboards implanted into their skulls, to regain mobility lost, to begin the bridge into the unknown,to start on a journey that none of us can predict…

And in another spot,,

People are having bombs dropped on them, from the sky, death from above..

In another spot, people are cramming food into their faces and indulging gluttony.

In another spot, monks are kneeling before a statue, they’re chanting and unlocking the entire universe inside of their own minds…

Sometimes I can’t even tell whose team I’m on. Sometimes I don’t know who I’m rooting for.

And I’m not alone.

Neither are you.

The web is still there.

The similarities are still there.

“Made in his image” or “an evolutionary inevitability”,, there’s nothing else like the mind, not a thing that I’ve seen..

A walking middle finger with the words “I’m sorry” tattooed on it.

I am sorry,,but also fuck you.

I was convinced that there was no magic in the world, that there was only deceit and tricksters and cons.

Then I fell into a trap of ” I can only play if I’m high”

I’m so shitty that it’s the only way I can carry any magic, any rhythm, any melody..

Anything good.

If you’ve ever been to a similar place, then you would feel wounded too. You’d seek out a thicket to hide in and wait to heal ,

Maybe you’d find magic in there.

Maybe you could discover that all the power in the world rests right inside of you…

Or maybe you’re a dick.

And maybe you deserve to be there, maybe you get exactly what you deserve..

I don’t like it.

I don’t like ending up in that mindset.

I do wish people would get along.

Shit talk aside,, all bullshit aside,,

I wish.

But there’s no money in it.

No “gain”.

“Just because I’m cool, don’t mistake my kindness for weakness”- Busta Ryhmes.

Shoulda just kept typing about shits.

I still like Solomon.

Playing monster is fun, but wisdom is cooler.Enjoying churning that crap you can never know. If you make it to 65, maybe you’ll be able to spill it.

Properly.

In a way that is worth being proud of.

Give a fuck about the paycheck, the pride is in the work.

“Building”.