Humans have, for whatever reason, inundated themselves with nonsensical shit.
Shit food.
Shit chotsky’s.
Shit “security”.
Shit entertainment, vehicles, idols, politricks, incentives, reasons, and inspirations.
Lots of shit life all over.
It’s an interesting thing to be alive now. Like you, I kinda just showed up here… so no complaining about being here in 2025, and wow did we give ourselves a dense folly to penetrate.
To bring beauty and expression and feeling and honor and Truth and love and heart and color and whimsy and frivolity. In way my own heart yearns to pierce the dense layer of shit and ignite something deep within us all that feels as if dormant.
That task, almost pales in comparison to the need, a David to Goliath where any individual contribution feels feeble up against the bombardment of shit. Yet stirring in each genuine effort there is the human spirit that burns and adds a log to the collective fire that grows in all. That calls as a beacon to power beyond comprehension that a miracle is possible in our world… that something could happen, a shift, a switch of awakening, like cold plunging sleeping beauty awake, that brings about a great flushing of this millenia old pile of shit.