Michael,

Time is a bit of a trap and spider web. The more we try to beat it, the more it beats us. The fact is that as organic beings, we are mortal and see life as this box with a beginning and end. So the trick is not to escape the box, but to blend it into the rest of the universe, that we are one with it. The inside and the outside are one.

Human civilization and culture are a function of combining everyone into one big social organism and so living in a healthy society, we wouldn’t have to figure out how to go about this. We would be part of the community and it would be an extension of us. Bricks in the wall.

Yet our culture is not particularly healthy, so we have to dive deep and find the healthy tissue, because so much of this current situation is starting to resemble nothing so much as a scab, slowly separating from the underlaying tissue. The Soviet Union, circa1989.

Time is frequency. Think sounds and melodies. To make good music, we not only have to harmonize with those around us, but balance them as well and fill out the blanks spots as best as possible, even if with silence, when necessary.

Much of our culture is like children overdosed on sugar and caffeine. Rushing around, trying to do as much as possible. Though now it has all been brought to a scretching halt, like a car hitting a wall. The assumption is that we need to get back up and start running again, because it’s the only tune we know.

When we see ourselves are singular beings, rather than leaves on a larger tree, it is imperative that we fit as much in as possible, but we can’t be everyone and do everything and just trying to grab every toy in the store is not going to make us healthy. We have to take the ups with the downs, because that’s what waves and thus sound are. We can become rooted into our world and be part of it. Enjoy what we have, do what’s necessary, including healing the larger community and not just selling our soul for the bling, because that’s what is popularized.

Sense the energies around us. when we are in crowds, it can be more intense, than when we are alone, but surf the energy. Life is short and like a flower, we just have our little part to make better for it.

The end is punctuation, not destination.