No rage here today. Only dewy grass. Chickadees. Lake Huron air.
Was there ever a reason to be mad? Frustration makes us flounder, fall, fuck up. A thoughtful, calculated approach is what we need. Subtle impact, over and over again, like waves rocking a ship. The momentum builds, water rises, and the big machine is flooded and crushed, until it sinks.
What about people on board? Those working? Or just along for the ride?
They’re part of the mess. The problem. The issue. The need for a reset. I’m not saying violence is the answer. I’m saying nature—what’s natural—eventually strikes back. Fake suntans and phony money are destroyed, just like us, in the end.
There’ll be other ragers. Big babies who were never told “no,” trying to get their way. And they will—for a while. But they can’t fight the ending. Not with life jackets, rafts, or flares.
Because the god that reigns doesn’t give a shit. She’s not afraid to drown the world. She always tips the balance toward growth.
Quiet mornings in Northern Michigan.
Dew. Chickadees. Lake Huron air.
~ KJ
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