it’s happening too fast. and it’s happening to us not through us, as the case should be. All that is true is too great for words and so the inadequacy of words robs the truth of it’s fullness, it’s glory.
Rather than acknowledging this and slowing our tongues to allow our minds time to gather themselves in order to communicate with all it’s power to communicate, rather than expanding our powers of communication, we continue to limit ourselves to the popular modern clichés and the brainless catchphrases that come from the cozy, sugar coated american sitcoms we sedate our eyes and minds with. We limit ourselves by default with our esteeming verbal and written communication above all other ways. Many of those other ways are far more subtle, though at the same time appearing to be straightforward, in actual fact the power of suggestion is masked or dressed up in humour, flirtation and sarcasm.
These powers of suggestion are everywhere you look whether you see them or not and they are there to cloud your judgment in order that your perception of yourself does not grow independent of the media, the magazines, newspapers, TV programmes and movies…Al these have a vested interest in making sure that you stay the type of person they can manipulate. They want us insecure.
How much money do we spend on possessing things to make us appear a certain way in the eyes of our friends, enemies…even family and strangers*
we are being robbed of our identities. as soon as we are born it begins. the war between contraction and the broadening of your mind. the Right to establish YOUR identity independent of what is said and thought of your race and gender. that Right is your Birth Right.
A thousand voices claiming to be mine. the dark in the sunlight. noise choking the mind…whose life is this*…are those your eyes you see life through*…in your own words, tell me who you are…WHO ARE YOU.
