The duality of mankind's mind draws an erratic curve, one bent only oh so slightly towards creation and preservation; a perpetual tide of the logical, emotional, egotistical and abstract aspects of the psyche overlapping and intertwining with the innate imperatives of self-preservation, socialization, procreation and discovery.
The strangeness of being one and, realizing that you are one, is itself encapsulated in an uncanny, infinitely unlikely--but simultaneously infinitely likely--infinite universe.... Existing across infinite dimensions... For an infinite amount of time.
An all encompassing cycle playing out over an eternity of eternities.
A singularity continually awash in the vicissitudes of life and the demands of perception must needs develop a way to obscure the strangeness, else functionality would be severely retarded.
The insanity of the ego is necessarily cultivated to deal with this incessant barrage.
A concession to the sharp edges of reality; a small surrender to insanity in order to stave off the greater pull of chaos that exists in each thinking being.
A concession that leads to all of the worst, and all of the best, that one who is has to offer.
Is it any wonder then that the course of humanity has been so deeply parabolic?
Is it any wonder then that so much strife and misunderstanding suffuse our individual realities?
How many lifetimes have been lived that revolved around only the solving of personal crises?
A query that leads to a more concise answer would be 'How many lifetimes have been lived that DIDN'T revolve around personal crises?'.
Self awareness is not a guarantee of self awareness.
Like everything else in this reality:
that which is, is also ,in part, not.
As above, so below.
The sum of both constitutes the shadow of the other.
Is it any wonder then that civilization arises, in each case, as a sort of echo to the walls built in each mind?
Persian; Roman; Muslim; Mongol; British.
The name of humanity is Empire.
The cultures extant, devoted as they are to what was written before, MUST BELIEVE what was written before.
The authors of our collective histories, enigmatic as they are, are purely the product of the victorious.
The machinations of civilization churn endlessly. The tides of change are promulgated by all who are.
It is often forgotten that change is by nature bloody.
Change from one, to the other, destroys the one.
To accept the change of now we must accept the destruction of what was before.
Thus: civilization breathes.
Beautifully presented my friend. I would like to say one sentences in agreement with you, " we exist on the non-existential frame of existence"