Politiktheatron

What we haven’t learned is
that extremes gut us empty. 

Either masses, either riches, 
either vanity, either gives. 

Politics1 is a politiktheatron 2
of egos, who stays the most
popular? What can I now do 
to appease powers that be? 

The powerful aren't neither 
masses, nor riches, neither 
vanity, nor leeches. It's  
hurricane winds, disasters 
uncontrolled. Worst of all 
enemies: look at the mirror. 
 
The sun won't feel empathy,
neither oceans will. They will
defend themselves without regard 
for human emotion. Fear will
never control them, but our love 
could. If we love nature3 as we
love ourselves4, it will cease 
to rebel against us. Action
is our saviour, not words
nor feelings but calm action.
  
Nature doesn’t care about 
how much you hug it, if you
do nothing while earthworms
are devoured by ignorance.5 No one left to till the ground, only predators fill their tummies until there’s no more for them too. How ignorant shall we be to ignore the future for a now that sleeps with feary extremes? Persistence against extremes. Without a proper balance, we will be forsaken. What is proper? Think not of what serves you, but of what serves the totality of who we are: sea and child, river and forest, tea and math, art and respect, feel for yourself the kiss of kindness. Let alone compassion. Be kind. To be proper is to be attentive, to be a good listener is to care. With fragments of riveted narratives, the struggle to act upon evidence based thoughts is more relevant today than it has been before. We've progressed, but we aren't prepared for the responsability of that progress. Human kinship is at stake. It always has been, but the whole composed of broken words once took months to reach a mouth. Today, it's whirlwinds. Letters supplying probabilities shift so fast. As numbers get it right, we shift, and we can’t count inconsistencies of thought. The consequences of irrational thinking hurt us all, nature won't condone what we condone. Breathe before jumping into action. Calmly reflect. Patience is to clear the mind of what will next day and next shall bring. Persist to be aware of what needs to be done not only today, but seven generations ahead. At first think about yours ahead, then not yours, some else's ahead, then two else's, two years ahead, then not my fame, three ahead, then not my pride, four ahead, then not my riches, five ahead, then not my vanity, six ahead, then all of you, us, seven ahead. Sign your past, don’t forsake it. If you do, we will be the ones forsaken. How blind are we willing to become before saying: I vow to accept the truth. I vow to admit when wrong. I vow to be humble and grow in the best of my abilities today, not for a today but for us, seven generations ahead of today. I vow to protect truth ahead of what I believe to be my interest because, truth is, what I believe, might not be true. The truth is constantly evolving, that is the nature of truth, it isn’t static. The truth is a process of overcoming oneself in spite of ourselves. Truth is to recognize a shared reality. Shared is to care, reality is to attend to the known. If evidence appears to mould to interpretation, then we must remain always vigilant. The lantern of truth shall always be protected for us to remain forthright despite the attempts to diminish its light. Lies blame the truth, lies blame lies, where's the truth? Lies blame, blame, flame comes out of cowards’ mouths. No matter the cost, no matter the lies, no matter… Is this the way we’ll teach our children to eat sugar?6 Spoiled to the teeth, but keep eating what rottens you blind. Who shall speak for us, blind? I will… by not accepting lies, not accepting extremes, nor a biased vision, our eyes are easily tricked. Embrace science, math, art, -philo, subvert language whenever it attempts to stifle creativty. Don’t surrender to the lying. We may have been mistaken in the past. If we task ourselves to overcome faulty patterns thought, truth shall always be our comfort.