Breathing. Talk about a function that’s taken for granted. It is, of course, until it isn’t. Respiration is like a perpetual baseline for the balancing act of eternity. Filling up and emptying out, to and fro so subtly that it’s hardly noticeable. Delicately about the stillness and stoppage of this and that motion, frozen motion, motion. Fundamentally even and inversely proportional equality of haves and have nots. The structure of creation is its own metronomic precision piece. Without the slightest notion there exists a sacred harmonious balance of constant change. The ebb and flow of color, murmur, and imagination stimulate fabrics of dream and imagination. Inhaling fire fuel. Exhaling the exhaust. All in proportion with the majestic balance of nature. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Naturally unconscious compensation measures will always catch up new functional equilibrium. Animal instincts ride the waves of perpetual change without a second thought of disturbing balance of nature truth. Until, then again, temptation insists that everything go one way; mine.
When it comes to someone dominantly getting their own way, there’s no denying greed. Everyone has it to some extent. Unbridled greed, however, manifest as a voracious grab for more, more, more is the now unmistakable trademark of today’s societal functioning. Yet, what kind of prevailing lack of common sense would have to take over to think, even for a minute, that anything could perpetually grow or shrink? It’s one thing to sell this material world value set; it’s another thing to buy it. When the fabric of sustainability is stretched beyond its intent and terminal limit, an inevitable stress/snap threshold is hit. Potentiality snaps back with a sum total return of equal, but unpredictable leverage. The mouse trap might be one example. There’s no such thing as never ending inhale. Nothing can forever exhale. This doesn’t seem like something that needs to be explained. Yet, here we sit in the modern world thinking that anything but perpetual growth is failure. This terminal twist of the balance of nature must be peaking. Society’s seismograph is blinking red. There’s a karmic volcano that’s surely to blow (If its not blowing now.). One can only wonder, where in the hell can you go to withstand and hopefully survive, the blow.
If an engine was revved up faster, faster, and faster winding higher and higher you can bet that anyone near it would take caution. They would move. Instinct would say, if not scream, “Get away!!” That’s not saying anything. Who doesn’t sense that the ballon has reached maximum inflation? We are talking simple basics. Overwound, overstretched systems blow back. They blow apart. It’s a given. World civilization is racing for the breaking point. The industrial mad dash to imperial domination has created systemic eccentricity deluxe. You know you’re reaching the end of the road when war is raging in nations all over the globe, and propaganda ministries are reaching by breaking reports on the color of the President of the United States hair. You want to talk about eccentric?
At this point it might be wise to take a deep breath. Measure the necessity of agreeing, or disagreeing, with world at large factoids. Exhale. Certain elements of the natural balance of things still seem to happen on time. Hyperventilation doesn’t have to rule the day, and if suffocation isn’t forcing desperate gasps of survival everywhere (for now.). This means that fate has afforded another respiration cycle. In this one may find balance. That balance may stabilize. This stabilization can be an observation platform of the imperialists posterity, and where one may want to find themselves with/without it. Breathe in. Remember how to ride a bike? Breathe out. Lean into the turns. Breathe in. Nature is functioning whether the experts say so or not. Breathe out. Who actually said it’s ok? Breathe… Breathe…