The treasure chest lay shut before us, offering, asking, begging to be opened to reveal the priceless materials inside.
“What’s the future look like? It’s not a question of what it’ll look like, but a matter of what it’ll feel like.”
I felt proud my question was able to pry open the chest to allow some of the golden flakes of wisdom to catch in the breeze, hoping they might whisp up a&& unsuspectingly float right into the seas of squiggly lines swarming the eyes of one of the statuesque figures frozen in place, with their arms plastered to their desks. The sight of these golden flakes didn’t appear to phase (or inspire) them … .. . Ah! Perhaps they thought it was fools gold, yeah, that’s it!
I wonder if the picture I received today over satellite of a shark swimming in the front yard of a house might crack their shells, allow them to break out of the casting holding them uniform to the closed-off nature they’re consistently repping for a series of moments… .. . the same kind of shell people tend to fall into when they watch TV. They lie unfluctuating for the TV, so that it can serve it’s predetermined soup of flashes of lights and noises into their minds, so they can have something to sip on later if they ever get cornered in conversation and have nothing left to talk about. Popular culture.Oh popular culture, and the novel concepts it brings about tend to so easily hook the attention of an easily fascinated mind! . .. …
or waiiit a second; maybe they were dumbfounded! Perhaps the wisdom engulfed them like the mists of a breath-taking waterfall crashing down nearby, filling in every inch of the room with it’s plume of golden sparkles, yeah, that definitely has to be it!
I meticulously, mentally massage the moment — the moment void of any physical movements, all energy drawing away from the statuesque limbs of the trees and and working It’s way inside their craniums, the leaves of their Selves which reaches for the enLightening rays of sound coming their way — working it until I feel I’ve built up enough suspense, lubed up the moment enough to the point of avoiding popping the bubble of silence, as I caaaarefully, sliiiide
my hand
into
it’s awaiting environment.
“Soo. In my Environmental Sociology class, I hear the term Neoliberalism thrown around often, because it’s a prominent theme… .. . one which blossoms a lot of problems from it. A lot of the change you talk of speaks on more of a localized level though. I feel that there’s a major separation between the more localized levels of organization and the national levels of economics. Doo… .. . do you feel that creating from the bottom up through things like, what, farmers markets and local markets and such, can help lead us in a better direction?”
A couple students shudder at the solid feeling of the chair beneath them as their brainergy splashes back into their bodies, tickling their every nerve-ending with acknowledgement of the fact that the gold-infuzed dream had been washed away by the tide as it moved back out, leaving them naked on the beach of their consciousness as they again gained the ability to see the swimming eyes around them.
“If people can see it, they can dream it. But the opposite is true as well; for if people can dream it, then they can see it. You need to have the vision first, for only then can you bring it into reality. And what that vision looks like is for your generation to figure out.”
asbestos
Gardening
soil, perks, jobs, sustainable, local
ukraines
sustainability
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