SPIRITUAL SOAP: Love Letters From The Abyss
SPIRITUAL SOAP: Love Letters From The Abyss
Flirt with extremes, but never take them home
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I don’t see the things I oppose when I look in the mirror. There are no causes, no slogans or reactions, there’s just me.
The in-between moments that seem not to matter, the moments of connection that matter most, neither feel like the extremes we experience today as a culture examining itself. It’s not the intensity of digging your heels into one side or running in one direction that feels most human—it’s the expansiveness of everything always moving in all directions.
But you have to touch a mess to clean it. I peer into the abyss to understand, but my eyes adjust more slowly to the light of daily life with each look. Why do we feel enticed by a cliff’s edge or the red wave of a flame? Is it the same reason I want to fight and scream and tear it all down in a righteous rage—or wasn’t that the very thing that made me rage? I want to repurpose the twisted logic that demoralizes me and turn it right back upon itself.
I want to answer chaos with chaos. But life isn’t an integer; a negative and a negative don’t produce a positive, they equal annihilation.
Goddamn this dance, fast then faster, back then forth. Everything moves beneath my feet and before my eyes. What camp will I join today, what cause will I support tomorrow? A fresh emergency forever lurks around the corner, ready to update my identity.
Like never before, we crave somewhere to settle, a place to drop our ideological anchor and find stability in a static identity, but nothing that lives is ever still. The person that pursues peace in the world around them is the star of a tragedy.