"Love tells me I am everything; wisdom tells me I am nothing; In between the two, my life flows."

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Materialism and Fantasy

Materialism and Fantasy:

Is capitalism the water we swim in, or the pollution? There’s a curious way in which our most precious longings become the crest of a wave as ephemeral as it is real, and whether we swim or drown is dependent on whether we can tell the dreamer from the dream, the choice from the default, the individual soul from the crowd. Whether our fantasy is that of an ice cream sundae, a glass of wine, or a picture perfect future, we imagine upon the borderline between the senses and the heart-mind. In this space of possibility and psychic stirring, what happens when consciousness becomes awakened? Does it touch the timeless? Savor the moment? Forgive the betrayal? Embody a divine aloneness?

On the other side, it is able to weave – not a materialistic nightmare, but a wholeness and celebration of form – a call to adventure and a romance with all.

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