Each person’s natural orientation in purpose and relation is unique. And it changes dramatically under observation, priming… and, very profoundly in contexts where a group has formed. Along with whatever might otherwise come naturally to us, it is as if we exist within a layered envelope of ideas and perspectives we acquire from history, culture and … language. All of this affects our orientation deeply and constantly.

Privacy … also transforms us. So, too, its absence and our perception of the character of the forces that evict it…

Long observation … not merely of others, but myself, has revealed deeply startling aspects of our ‘ordinary’ humanity that are rarely broached outside of academia (or, perhaps stage magic). And there, only hinted at.

We know so little of our nature, and the plethora of hidden faculties inclinations and abilities… and have lost the sense of our innate role in the living world, and the world(s) of Origin.

Like birds born with a thousand wings… whose stories about wings are strange fictions that disable, amputate, or replace them… with … statements? In English?

Such birds as no longer fly naturally become fascinated with stairs and building them. Then worshiping them. Until someone or something can rescue them from the devastating fates that otherwise result.

Knowing we have a hundred hidden wings, wings made for ecstatic flight, relation, achievement… insight… wings made for forms of »travel we have failed to imagine… we can begin to recover them together…

Perhaps before we overreact to artificial intelligence or space flight we could pause for a mission to humanity. A rescue mission. A mission of memory.

Our children (and we, too, are children) arrive prepared to discover and inhabit the farthest reaches of play, intelligence and relation. Yet we transfer the imprint of the Trap to them, and it is truly wicked, deceptive, egoic… and resonant with sticky impotencies poised to silence our prodigy.

I want us to recover our nature together, and knowing such things, we can begin to, now. And may we stop transmitting lethal malware dressed up as civilization to our children.

I want to live and learn with others who preserve, celebrate and rediscover the library of our wings (and eyes). And I suspect this might be one of the most fundamental of the unfulfilled urges that sparkle in the core not merely of our being… but of our memories… of Origin.

And what it might mean to honor them…