Dreamers don't dream, they just stop editing.
They close their eyes and fall off the edge of the map. Deep below the sea and further farther yet gone behind the scene. Arrested into the arms of madmen, serpents, and shallow settled nymphs singing songs never hear before and never again sung....
This is the essence. The voice. The microphone. Your mouth touching the metal and resonating a sound against the crowd wondering what it was you said. That blurry word unmistakable, so that you needed to lean in just once more so to get it across. Bumping the stand, and eliminating the map of what was said..
Better yet. Better more. "Fail again, fail better, fail more" or was it "Follow your bliss" or was it "his palms are sweaty knee's weak arms are heavy there's vomit on his sweater already.."
Can't remember now. After a while quotes begin to merge. What others have said to you becomes what you are now saying, though something else has come about. Something unique that is beyond that which you thought was needed.
This is because the HERO HAS 1000 FACES. Everything is unique and special. Everyone can.
This is because we have ONE SHOT. Moments come and go. Passing is past.
One shot like J-Mac in Queens-Athena, Rochester. One shot like young Arthur in pulling the sword. One shot like Jackie Robinson stealing home. One shot not to hate. One shot to let go. One shot to be calm and ready. One shot to snap back to reality. One shot to dream. One cancer to beat. One mother to love. One coffee to roast. One haircut to cut. One pig to slaughter. One poster to print. One moment on top of another, but still one never the less.
Do it right now.
There is a right and wrong for us. The producer society is right, the consumer society is wrong.
What? Whoops parden me....let me try to write this a little more clearly....
Turn your town around. Invest in Slow. Shop at Farmer's Markets. Take walks with your neighbors. Raise your voice at the town hall meetings. Bring chickens to your homestead. Abandon sugar and milk when it comes to your espresso shots. Become a PRODUCER.
The only thing I can think about when it comes to sustainability is risk. Risk to reach out and create a secure new node in the web/fabric of the local community. Risking to say what you desire. Risking to stay at home and work all night on that brownie recipe that will make the storms swell. Risking to become a co-producer. Risking to walk outside the malls and plant a seed. The risk to become a developer. The risk to demand. Demanding to the end to fat of laziness. Demanding to get into the funk. Demanding to get into the stench. Demanding yourself to get off the wall and sweat with others. Demanding that we stop chewing others fat and start creating.
If America is going to survive this time of tenuous markets and crumbling infastructure, we are all going need to turn and look at how we can become producers and co-producers, and stop the ceaseless gorging of consumption and co-consumption. This is the remix. This is the chorus...
Consumption is consuming yourself, producution is producing yourself.
We are a society of beautiful artisans, not supporting one another. We outsource ourselves to death, while our neighbor has the sturdy hands to make that which you desire. We buy greens shipped in from across the country when the farmer next door grows one's ten times more ripe.
Desire isn't the evil, it is how we outsource our desire that is the villain. The western translations of Zen aren't getting it right, the translation is off... desire is fine. As long as it stays home. As long as it stays local. As long as it notices the tiger-strips in the espresso and clicks the off button right at the right time....3...2...1...