Flow, circle, spiral, sink.
It’s the injustice of it all that makes me mad. You know something should be a certain way. Damn it, everyone knows it should be a certain way, it’s so blindingly obvious. But it’s not that way. It’s a different way. The mediocre way. The way that makes me mad.
And like some Cassandra, I am doomed to tell people it is the wrong way, and then not to be believed. And all the while I am made to look like an angry man rather than a righteous man, and those around me who travel the path of least resistance are rewarded for upholding the consensus reality that we all know to be untrue.
But I can’t be permanently mad at a game that is permanently rigged. I have to build a bridge between the way it should be and the way it is: a sustainable emotional response to the environment in which we live.
Flow, circle, spiral, sink.
I know this, but it is not enough. I know everything, but it is not enough. Because knowing is not living, and that is the greatest injustice of all.