The Overton Principle
by Trina Abraham Baroccus
Dark and damned is the heart. Living in the muted confines known simply as flesh. Colored, I might add, for use without light. I was walking along the Delaware and wondered quite aloud: "Marvelous Sun, blanketed away from the body's ability to control its heat... A closely guarded secret I think... else he might see, finally see and disperse w/ the need to "depict complex interaction and/or reactions on simple paper."
Yet beauty is in the eye of the beholder, no? Sight is stagnant. It sends people glowing with false pride. Denies beauty where perfection exists, gathers information strewn by unseen liars who (in the sense of queens and pawns) magnetically attract one another and cast their gazes and visions upon those not understood and since obliterated. Ghastly and gasping from trial, loved, distasted for a time.
We shall dance.
As I look back on 2014, it reminds me of a picture of the Earth and the Moon taken from the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter. Really all so very small when the immense blackness of deep space serves as a back drop. We've received garbled messages of progress and setbacks, of wars and peace accords and have been (somewhat) entertained at the excessive application of political correctness. While I'm sure that the Newest Draconian Moral Majority (hereafter the NDMM) means well, I certainly call into question the wisdom of granting unlimited power to try and execute publicly a perceived offender of the "social norm"
This is, in fact, the second edge of the double edged sword that we call unlimited access to information (ie the internet). There now exists an often anonymous and unfettered, often thoughtless and IMMEDIATE reaction to a different point of view. The cliches are endless, the pendulum of progress swings and invariably creates a new status quo. The members of this new, self determined elite gleefully strike down walls, but also further erode the foundation on which all humanity is built by creating a new form of self righteous intolerance. I say to these mavens of peace and equality: DON'T tread on me.
E.D. Out.
