The Age of Enlightenment

Tinder offers a beautiful visual aid in this age of enlightenment.

Now, this isn’t to judge – but just to notice that

a being truly full of loving kindness

would swipe right for everyone.

Because they would effortlessly see everyone

as worthy of pleasure,

as desirable,

as an equal in some fashion far beyond skin deep,

perhaps even somewhere in that

collective growth of anima spirita

that infuses the without with the within.

Perhaps we would always find partners,

people to travel with for whole moments or long lives

for however long these flickering lifetimes last.

And what if we did change the language of the era,

and stopped gnashing and wailing and rending our garments over

the glimpses we get of the overflowing trauma room we call the Earth?

Earth.

Think about that word.

Earth.

And remember that as we die, the earth dies.

Because we'll make it die,

maybe even out of plain old guilt.

In shame, we'll drag it back to dust.

The more we believe in an age of death and wrath the more afraid we’ll be that it be true,

and they'll react as all monkey men do,

with bigger wrath and bigger death and bigger dick,

and bigger famine as the world chokes on it and burns

and dries and flakes its crusty scales of cracking skin.

And we all die in a whimperous pit,

with no one, no one around to bury it.

Did the Age of Enlightenment know?

Did the ages of Enlightenment about which we don’t even know, know?

Or was there someone… or so many someones,

in secret and in quiet,

until it became a great storm.

They spoke in their corners and their gardens

in their eyes and in their acts, saying:

this is the time.

This is the rise, this is the ascent.

And we assent to that ascent,

no more descent only ascent,

and remember the magic, the magic we lost

before the tragic, the deep tragic cost,

not due to us, no not to us,

but the us is in knots, in knots, in knots,

we’re puking from cots, molding cots,

worms in our marrow and

dyes in our eyes as

everyone dies and everyone dies and everyone dies and

EVERYONE.

DIES.

But that’s okay, we’re not here to stay –

Just to move along on the widejourney way.

This is the time.

It will never come again.

And it will always come again.

And now and again and now and again and again and again,

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and now and then and then and now and it was always then

and it is always now and soon it will be when.

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and a now is a then and again and again,

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