We tend to see
In the moment
As the journey
They traveled to get here.
In the moment, there is no history, no herstory, no future story, no shining sun, no reflective moon.
In the moment, there is only the present, the instant now, a locus divorced from pre and post eternities.
In the moment, there is perception without perspective, sight without vision.
In the moment, I see every dickocrat, every repricklican as ardent assholes anxious to hoard power and alchemize it into gold.
In the moment, I assess without understanding their journey from womb to now, am unaware of the forces molding them from tabula to deep, thick liber.
In the moment, I read one page of a lengthy book unaware how my own journey influences snap interpretations.
In the moment, I sit majestically on a gilded throne and hand down judgment…”Execute the assholes”, not realizing I’m looking into a mirror and the asshole I convict is myself.