I talk a lot about Focus on these pages, these posts. Even if you don’t notice that is what I’m talking about. It is. It is all about Focus. I mean, that’s what makes the Etruscan Water Moose mean what it does anyway…systems. focus. dreams. God and the playground. They all amble together like a drunken memory.
A person starts to wonder: If I do obliterate my mind on a regular basis, is there a point where complete obliteration occurs? The mind seems unstoppable. Impenetrable Only from the Mind of Minolta. The last like 2 seconds are just mesmerizing in this:
One of the challenges we face in life is the constant onslaught. Now, no one of us asked to be onslaughted, did we? I mean, I sure as hell didn’t, and I’m pretty doggone sure you didn’t. Yet the onslaught never seems to abate. So, we have a choice to make. Do we give in to, surrender to, acquiesce to, or allow the onslaught? We simply can’t do that. Not if we expect to maintain any sort of harmony between our body and our soul. And that should be our expectation. That’s a great hope to have. A great thing to put into accordance with your living.
We must fight the onslaught. We must stave it off. Refute and rebuke it. We do not like onslaught. We unfriend it. We erase it from our awareness…whoops. We’ve just acquiesced, haven’t we? Is it enough to ignore and not combat? Ignorance is surrender, isn’t it? Or was that “Stupidity is Ignorant”? It was some bumper sticker like that which once inspired me to great aspirations…oh, this is a good one:
But really…the question persists: Is it enough to ignore and not combat? And by that, what I mean is that the question continues to exist. Unanswered. At least in the words that I am typing. But this is scofflaw. This is contempt for the question. This is contempt for the onslaught. This is oblivian. Dreams. Truth. Solitude. Unity. Airballs.