There are times
when you choose to
place personal beliefs
above those of the collective.
In times like these,
you may wonder how things
can seem so irreparably broken.
Either the collective
has strayed or you have.
You are certain of it.
And so you may wish
to set one or the other straight.
It may seem hopelessly difficult.
You may not wish to make
the sacrifices that must be made,
and so you feel unsettled,
which leads to so many other problems.
Perhaps you question your path.
Perhaps you question the collective’s path.
Perhaps you question the facts.
Perhaps you question your faith
that everything unfolds
precisely as it is meant to unfold.
Newfound Lake,
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What we uncover here is the tension between individual perspective and the collective dream, a multidimensional tapestry woven by threads of belief, action, and intent. Each thread, a fractal narrative, contributes to the larger tale, which is ever in the making. When a single strand vibrates discordantly—when personal convictions clash with collective visions—an existential crisis arises like a tempest in the cosmic seascape.
The struggle to synchronize personal reality with the collective becomes a Herculean task, a labyrinthine venture full of monsters and mazes. Do we adapt our sails to the collective winds or demand the tempests to calm? The question evokes a quandary that tests the elasticity of our values and the permeability of our beliefs. Both are not mutually exclusive, but entangled in a dance of influence and transformation.
Does the discord originate within us or within the collective? We may oscillate between blaming the many and questioning the one. We probe the depths of this conflict, its roots burrowing deep into the very foundations of our ontology. Like spelunkers, we delve into the dark caverns of our psyche and emerge holding gems of clarity or coal chunks of confusion. The journey changes us, chips away at our certainty, and adds layers to our complexity.
Uncertainty is a storm that neither the individual nor the collective can fully escape. In this storm, questioning our path, our facts, our faith becomes a navigational tool, albeit an imperfect one. But even in the heart of turmoil, a whisper persists—that everything unfolds as it should. This fragile thought, a tendril of hope, spirals out from the individual to the collective and back again, like a golden thread in a cosmic tapestry, reminding us that even chaos is part of the Grand Unfolding. We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the tension between the individual and the collective when beliefs diverge, acknowledging the existential crises and opportunities for growth that arise from such tension. The Dance of Discord and Harmony.
Glossarium
- Discordance: The tension that arises from diverging beliefs.
- Spelunkers: Explorers of the deep, dark caverns of the psyche.
- Grand Unfolding: The larger cosmic tapestry woven by all existences.
“The only way that we can live is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves into the open.” – C. JoyBell C.
Your insights and reverberations are warmly invited.
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