” I was profoundly disappointed, for now. . . . The painful process of defoliation had been in vain. . . . Disappointed, I thought, “Now I must return to the ‘box system’ again.” For it seemed to me as if behind the horizon of the cosmos a three-dimensional world had been artificially built up, in which each person sat by himself in a little box. And now I should have to convince myself all over again that this was important! Life and the whole world struck me as a prison, and it bothered me beyond measure that I should again be finding that quite in order. I had been so glad to shed it all, and now it had come about that I – along with everyone else – would again be hung up in a box by a thread. . . .Carl Jung.

Its with Great intrigue, we wait to witness….how many threads will be severed and webbed……how many boxes smashed to pieces….how many loops….over and over again……Perhaps, one day the canary will realize the box is not a box…….and the only thing artificial is the space we cultivate between our seemingly rambunctious social identities…….the identities and space are entirely artificial…..

Now imagine a landscape where every, free person was able to express themselves openly and freely without retribution or retaliation of any sort…….a landscape where people would wake up everyday, free to explore and express – without a hint or chime from the peanut gallery that constantly screams and critiques – “HEY YOU, YOU AIN’T DOING IT RIGHT…..THIS IS HOW YOU NEED TO DO IT……”…….a landscape without the peanut gallery, demanding, forcing and executing their Will over the landscape of these seemingly……free people……..a LANDscape free of, “WE can fix you”……”WE will fix you”…….a landscape free from insecurities…..second-guessing and captain hind-sighting……..the wonderful end to the Condescension…..and Condescending…..the Convention and Conventional……the Conditions and the Conditional pursuits of carnal-insecure men…..the sugar-eaters……..the final re-run of our most favorite…..Hero versus Villain fairy tale…..a lost reel, Hollywood rendition….of the wafer-thin geek finally getting the girl…..or the underdog, come from behind….against-all-odds….Friday-night lights saga………a landscape free from Masters and Slaves…..and do-gooder pretense……

A landscape free from the yarns and cotton-candy spins of desperate, fearful, hypocritical con-men…..conning all these young, passionate men into WARS that crush their very spirit to its rind and core…..free from pulpits……pews……pedestals……..politicians….and preachers………

The Reason Carl…..was terrified by the idea of coming back to the box…..back to life…… and to its haunting agony of repetitive folly – is a very similar analog experience to my whateveryoucallit……yet this round, despite the grave-darkness of inevitability that lies ahead of our American Family…..there is a spark of hope…….an almost-likely-impossibility……and sadly, yes the Cynics and the assholes…..and the rainy day people……and the second-guessers…..and the I-told-ya-soers……and the never-gonna-happeners……all the isolators, the haters…..the target movers…..WILL LINE UP….AND FIGHT FOR THE CHANCE to scream in your face….your ear and eye holes….to TEACH you the error of your ways…..to demand that you sit up and fly straight…..tuck things in……all ducks in a row…..

The ducks ain’t ever been in no row……and no Man on Earth has any more notion of Authority than that which resides within your own good nature…….No man………Beware of the man that has you building the soapbox for him to stand upon….the box is certainly not a Bridge…………and may as well be your back……Show me your work, declares the Woman with the Red Apple……

Show the lady your work and everything gonna be Irie…..Irie……

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