“At the same time, the candid citizen must confess that if the whole policy of the government, upon vital questions, affecting the whole people, is to be irrevocably fixed by decisions of the Supreme Court, the instant they are made, in ordinary litigation between parties, in personal actions, the people will have ceased, to be their own rulers, having, to that extent, practically resigned their government into the hands of that eminent tribunal.”
- Abraham Lincoln (from his first Inaugural Address)
Let’s compile a small sack. Let’s undress our essence of these chains of convention. Purge our materialistic urges, release our Selves of these small, parasitic Things that pile up, dragging us below the surface, hiding us away from the warm sun’s kiss on our pale cheeks. Unclasp the weight drowning the people we could become.
Let us stop exhausting our bodies with the struggle for survival and instead revel in the possibility of our unwritten futures.
In this pack, let’s carry only hope, for the lightest footsteps as we dance down a path unimagined, unplanned. Hope, and the light of knowledge to be shown to all those we pass. A story for a story, and the whole world can delight. A shared story to reminisce common emotion, as the whole world is but a single, rhythmic heart beating without pause for the pettiness of individuals.
What if language was an art form instead of an audible boundary, a creation of nationality, a sign of seperation?
At this time of year
Even the trees drop their purpose
I had the blues, so bad one time
It put my face in a permanent frown
Now, I’m feeling so much better
I could cakewalk into town” -Taj Mahal
I went to watch a movie about conflict and guns
And the tearsoaked reality of the Middle East
I forgot my notebook
I only had half a pen
But I had to put it down
Because it shouldn’t be forgotten
So I scribbled on my arm
Like a scrawling tattoo of disillusionment
I didn’t wash it off before I went to bed
And now I wake to a beautiful morning
Heartbreak written all over my face
