Everything starts with a beginning. A blast, spark or boom. Like money- early stacks scream and later stacks whisper. Ideas, thoughts, opinions all dear and personal- meld into a personality, a character a spirit. What we hear as children, what we witness, what we dream- all shape our edges, they all create the mold from which we design our choices.
There is not a better or perfect. There is not a worse or other, so awful, we must judge with such impunity as to divide. There is not a difference, except how we perceive. What we need- is it being met? Are our basic requirements at the forefront of another's list of objectives? Every human breathes, circulates and digests information uniquely- choosing to absorb, secrete or ingest.
It nourishes us. These movements and assemblages.
These rambunctious or moments of quiet revelry. These are the times that change us. Calls to action. These are the times that get added to the timelines of the future- studied by politicians, historians and students alike. These will be memorable for more reasons than any one of us can name. And, we are blending, flipping, shifting and unifying- this gyration- and this will trigger the blast, the spark and the boom, all swirling in a bucket of paint.
This is the subtle and vivacious moment where edges are blurred and yet- centers are divided. Division, retreat, isolation- begets more of a spectrum, eventually on which we build our society. In which our civilization becomes more focused on liberty and freedom. Where our spirits might sing different battle cries- but in the end, when the orchestra quiets- we are left with recognition of our cause, a cause not centrist, leftist or right- but just forward, as humans that is where we are always moving.
Even when we fall flat on our face- we are still moving forward.
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