We tiptoe backward from imagination, forward from reality.
The movement toward innovation compels one to graduate beyond specialization.
Gradually recalibrated, we avoid the trimming of self.
We are nobody’s establishment.
Such pressure to mold into particular merely hardens the mood of individuality.
The Leviathan keeps happening, as does the world stringing it all together.
The stage is set to individuate individuals from the paralysis of group thought.
What’s inside us is not just subtle, it is at the epicenter of influence of what we attract and become.