Grey clouds closing in on blue skies–choosing without choosing
The grey clouds are closing in on the blue skies. But we know there is blue up top. The grey clouds tell us there is same old only same old, and all we can do is rearrange the grey shapes. The blue tells us there is a way out. We grow dull from the same skies: so too we grow dull from seeing nothing new in our work and play and neighbors and reading. Dull, numb or alive, groaning and dancing: do we have this choice? Do we dare shape our worlds? No. We have chosen without choosing: we shall be sated, sating and besotted consumers.
:- Doug.
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