(Introductory post) Reluctantly turning my plowshare into a sword. .

I have no idea what to expect of this site/platform, and no idea as of yet what type of audience currently exists for my thoughts, ideas, communication style. . .

These points are moot, because I simply can't hold back any longer. 

We live in a degenerate world. We've lost our moorings, speaking broadly, and are seemingly adrift, floating aimlessly, without direction or purpose. If and when we make motions to navigate our vessel to a destination, we seem to be rowing in one hundred different directions, and thus no direction at all. 

Many have mistaken our technological progress as a species to mean that we're moving onward or upward, towards a better future. . I personally find this notion to be naive, disturbing, and profoundly short-sighted. Technology makes our world more convenient, and provides instant gratification of our collective desires, essentially magnifying who we already are as individuals and societies. . . it does not (and cannot) in itself provide harmony or balance or wisdom or enrichment on the deepest levels, and in fact does the exact opposite for so many. . plunging us into an environment that bombards our sensory perceptions incessantly, shortening our attention spans, creating echo-chambers, turning so many of us into petty and superficial creatures jumping from one distraction to the next. 

I'm not a pessimistic person, at heart. . and in fact I've been accused of being a romantic idealist, overly optimistic and hopeful to a degree some might say is willfully delusional. Guilty as charged. . and its not hard for me to reconcile this optimism and idealism with the paragraphs above.

I believe we're all beings with boundless potential, capable of turning our existence into such a positive and healthy and harmonious one that its scarcely imaginable at present. .  literally, scarcely imaginable. I also believe we're swiftly creating something akin to hell on earth, with most of us acting as unconscious architects and builders, sleepwalking as we place our own bricks, or at the very least not objecting as we observe others doing so. In the back of our minds, we know this foundation is faulty, and that this may well cause death and destruction and chaos on an incredible scale, down the line. . . but its the only construction project in town, and we console ourselves with the fact that surely there is an architect behind it all, and surely they must know what they're doing, surely they must have a positive end-game in mind. 

I'm here to bring a sledgehammer to this rotting edifice, insofar as I'm capable. My only promise to all of you, as I do so, is to aim true as I swing.  I'm not a perfect being, I'm not all-knowing or a perfect judge and jury. . . and I think any and all that pick up a sledgehammer should start with this same recognition/premise. However, I do think I've been blessed with an internal compass, a 'rudder' that is perhaps more sensitive than the norm. Regardless, my aim with my each and every contribution is similar to the Hippocratic oath: 'First, do no harm'. 

I plan to write about only what I know, and  weigh in only when the feeling of 'right' and 'just' is so powerful as to be undeniable, only when a specific stance resonates so deeply and rings so true as to be impossible to resist. I'll seek simplicity and clarity, and will always strive to avoid muddying the waters. I'll strive to avoid pettiness, in the broadest sense. I'll seek to take in and contribute energy and vigor and life and health, and seek to be the greatest foe to those who diminish and dissipate it, whether knowingly or unknowingly. . those that destroy the magic of our world, the magic that exists all around  us, for those with open hearts and open eyes. 

To anyone that accompanies me on this journey, I thank you. . and ask that if my words resonate with you, that you do me the favor of staying tuned. 'Tuned' is a remarkably appropriate word, here. Thoughts and ideas are contagious, as is everything. . . they can take wings, and spread throughout the world in a very real way. . sometimes directly and obviously, far more often indirectly and subtly. . . but we're all contributing to the cumulative narrative, with our every thought, our every word, our every action. 

Whether we equate this cumulative narrative with a building being built, or a story being told, each and every one of us plays a part, whether we like it or not. The only elements under our control are just how much of a part, and what that role is. . but no man is an island. 

After 35 years, I feel compelled to take the stage, and am desperately hoping to find other, similar, players. Everything is at stake. We're at a crossroads, and our choices made over the next handful of years will be the the most important choices made in the history of our species. With regards to many of them, there will be no turning back. 

I appreciate your attention. . . and hope to stay true to myself, and my heart, as I attempt to take up the role of destroyer to allow for something infinitely more beautiful to be built in its place.  I honestly believe as technology and the quickening pace of the modern world thrusts us kicking and screaming into uncharted waters, that this is our last chance to right the ship. 

Expect fireworks.

-theLogos