Ah the mystery. I spent a lifetime struggling, in
imagination, against my creation as well as against the big creation. I existed
in the realm of power and perceived it as the only game in town. I tried to
take power from those around me and I gave away my power to those I placed
above me. I languished and was excited, I submitted and exercised. In doing so I struggled, complained, manipulated
and cried out for more power in order the break the power that I had given to
others to rule over me.
The power of us and them, nationalism, religion,
consumerism, sex, hierarchy, wow, it’s pretty amazing to look in on. I may have
been rescued, or just chose to step away, but not a day goes by that I’m not
somehow drawn in to participate. I’m not really sure how to explain it. It’s
all around; actually it’s contained within us.