Philosophy of the Keexzus, No. 27: Spirit Through Time
Ideological structures. Walls. Beams. Lights. Symbolic orders. Persons acting roles as their identities and protect narratives that they have fully endorsed. And they feel compelled to attack what they do not understand. Their identification has an airtight lock on form, like skin. To peel back layers would be inconceivable. The layers and layers of structured, sculptured form solidifying death. And one and one more and one more identifying characters identifying with their fictions endlessly, endlessly. The cultural waves slow moving its drench across fragments of stilted time again in the loosely fitted quarters of psychological time assuming it is all that is real in the blank rooms of its former selves. The past perhaps with its characters toiled with the question of moving Spirit forward.
Believe one can move Spirit and the World forward. The static one state selfishness of one within one within herd cannot persist without ramifications tormenting world and Spirit.