Boundaries are fears mande manifest. ~Terry Tempest Williams
I am continually amazed at how people see power and control in straight lines. This power bestowed on arbitrary linearity leads them to anoint books with more authority than the heart bled scribblings on tenement walls. Violate lane laws and the force of government descends with the imposition of equally arbitrary fines penalizing the poor disproportionately to the those sleeping on mattresses stuffed with green. The rigid lines in man-made buildings more holy than the crooked world designed by the creator.
It is as if humanity is too fearful to explore the full range of unbounded discovery so imposes artificial boundaries in an attempt to impose control and stem fear. But control is subject to the laws of entropy. It cannot exist for more than brief moments. Ultimately, control is an illusion, in some, a dangerous delusion closing our eyes to actual threats, masking real opportunity.
It induces a sense of complacency rendering us blissfully unaware of our surroundings. We fantasize geopolitical boundaries will protect us from ‘THEM’ the ‘NOT US’. When the myth is exposed, rather than reaching toward understanding, the mirage is bolstered with vertical boundaries, a wall, a taller line, and the fool buys into the fantasy that paradise is isolated therefore protected.
How much stronger to face fears, to turn over a giant #2 pencil and erase those lines and create a unified “WE” from the disparate “US” and “NOT US”. Embrace the differences, celebrate the unique, eat the balut.
It will not be easy. We must work together and ride out the inevitable tempest. Understand not all will emerge unscathed. But, at the end of the storm, we will be able to sit on a white sand beach around a raging fire eating the bounty of the ocean reminiscing the tall tales of the goold old days when we united to overcome fear and build unity.