I remember, this day, those people and lives whose actual interiority strives and aches — in every absurd society and representation — for Memory.

To remember the original purposes and imperatives we bring to human birth, yet are so quickly lost, subverted… or exchanged for ridiculous representations. In language, culture and even thought…

Yet each of us, and surely some, in some times and situations, more than others… preserve some interior mystery and remnant.. of these imperatives which I know — as a fact — to be Holy.

While some glimmer of original nature is yet alive in each of us, we strive, failing often and yet occasionally succeeding… to bring them to life in our situations and relationships.

I remember then, they who succeed, and they who fail, but continue the quests that our human incarnation are attempts at. And I remember, too, my own failings. And my usually modest successes, to ‘give birth’ to these originary necessities.

Something is wildly amiss in the materialism and representational behavior of our truly idiotic ‘nations’ and ‘societies’. For they are, by and large, neither. We, as a species, are not merely uncivilized, we are deluded. And we miss our dreams (in the sense of the quests) so desperately that we make endless images and ‘movies’ to quell the inner ache that meets us each morning and follows us to sleep and actual dreaming.

I remember those who made of their lives a kind of sacrifice… to the authentic and sacred missions we come to birth to pursue… and so often find ourselves deprived of the spirit of.

May the truest quests, however momentary or humble in their emergence, succeed. And may we, together, find a path to something more deeply resembling our interior missions, our humanity, and our nature as souls that descend from transcendental circumstances, to the struggles of material embodiment.