STFU-N-STFD if You can't aspire to be JOHN BROWN

 

STFU-n-STFD if You can't aspire to be JOHN BROWN

 

Naw, I'm not talking about 'JB' of the '68 Class of 'Ham

Nor am I suggesting the grandfatherly image inferred from these pictures->

which don't reflect the fierce fortitude of the first picture. There's no 'Mister Nice Guy' to be found here. Time's moment doesn't operate on human sensibilities. It operates on the optimal imperative energy of the moment. It speaks of people equal to the morality, not the joy, fun, humor of the commentators of the moment. It speaks to those of the kinesis of the moment.

It's John Brown and people like him who acted not to be receive the applause or cheers of the apathetic dilettantes. He and those like him give themselves to be the Time's instruments. In  being such instruments they are a terrible reckoning force on the indulged, consumptive, effete, affected ways of contemporary social discourse.

Not so fast, 'Freddie' and 'Freda', of your sympathetic empathies, the disingenuous excuses for such militancy. Do not tell me of your associations of the past or names of friends of the present. When you find yourself, as was said in the gospels, "11 Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. 12 Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.", then you will have achieved that ahistorical transcendence of being the tool of the moment, than the tool of a cultural flattery.

To muse or NOT to Muse..

 

 

In this homage to 'the Bard of Avon', I present this proposition:

All of our manifestations of angst and acting out are derived from the relationship juxtaposition we have with our Muse-Master/Mistress of our Sublimity and Horrificness. Those two qualities aren't for the moral 'sound and furies' of our pedestrian secularity. They are for the spiritual communion of viscerality and mentality combining in a confluence of energies that bring us to a state of personal fortuities and surreal atmospherics that affirm what we see and experience in our dreams.

That experience primarily exposes us to the self of ourselves we have little time to engage in even a mental dialog, let alone an oral one that would land us in restraints and medicated as a public safety risk!  In that 'risky business' we will know the feel of a vitality more than the mechanics we exert ourselves through-mostly for others. Because we do this, we don't know ourselves, thus don't know anything better for the self we don't even know.

Once we know that self than that mythical and legendary 'Paradise' becomes the love for the physical and phenomenological being that we are for Life-itself, than the cog-artifice of another's agenda.