Letters to you

I've found that I'm so concerned with looking cool (ha, as if I ever actually could) that I've never actually cut loose and talked about stuff that mattered to me. So much so that "what matters" has become obscured in a kind of haze of normalcy. Considering normalcy as a haze is actually at the core of it. Normalcy is something that one aspires to to please the herd. The herd must be pleased, after all, because if not, sabertooth tigers will get us. One must not present as sick and weak or one is food for the lioness behind the tree.

The herd police are really good about making the herd do what it's supposed to, through the use of tools like ridicule and poking (both very prevalent in most simian tribes).

Normalcy is something to be resisted intelligently. Why? Because it is borne of the confines of the 3-D world, which are mutable if you believe any of the spiritual teachings of most paths, all of which more or less say that there's "more to it than that", so to speak. If there's more to it than that, then perhaps there's a place where sabertooth tigers either don't exist, or they aren't as dangerous as they once were because we're no longer acting or smelling like prey.

Not acting or smelling like prey. Now there is a concept...