REVOLT, REJOICE, RECONCILE

..for what makes "it" sacred, makes "us" sacred.

Or,

The Interdependence of All and Every:

Order & Chance; One & Zero; White & Black; SpotLight & FloodLight;

Intellect & Intelligence; Exception & Acceptance 

Or,

Analog in Perdition.

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"Everything is real. Nothing is true."

a Hermetic maxim

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Why is an image of "the world" or "Earth" or "planet" (or whatever we choose to call it) displayed here, up-side down?

Why indeed?!

Notice: this image is always and internationally displayed Correct-Side Up.

If you turn this image 180 degrees with any sort of consideration, accounting, argument or information (that is, without your exceptional or preferred company), you are immediately seen to be "opening a can of worms". Perhaps, "poking the hornet's nest"; you are a "conspiracy theorist"; or just "asking for trouble".

However,

the simple fact that this image is always Correct-Side Up, makes it an unspoken agreement. But weather it is considered a "universal agreement" or a semi-conscious and, therefore, semi-considered agreement, it is, never-the-less, a poignant and significant pre-supposition. It says everything and anything possible about the specificity and exactness of the time and place, order and control we've come to command and demand from the natural world of all living things, as well as our personal people, families and acquaintances. Indeed, everything is made subordinate to a wrong-ordering of the fallacy of aloof subjectivity, and our people, subordinates. our moral and up-standing and adroit and correct compliance to acceptability; about the expectations we heave around onto one another as neighboring (perhaps rivaling) countries

But the plants and animals of this place have no such orientations.

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**Under Construction**

 

speaks volumes about our generally vague and specific orientation toward "it's" diverse, cultural and environmental complexity, mysterious beauty and sheer bizarreness. 

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Because "it" (which also represents our home) is, and shall always ever be, beyond human-kind's

conclusive comprehension.

Try as we might (and we continue relentlessly and unconsciously to do so) we can't really fathom too far beyond the utter-strangeness of this gravitationally-hovering, locally-spinning and supposedly-hurtling clod of dirt and water

that is some-(non)-"where" in a galaxy far, far away yet also so terribly near at hand.

Note that by saying this, I am, in no way, refuting these universally held astro-physical postulates.

 

 

Lest we forget, it is ONLY an image.

But also, 

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