We seek the line of best fit, through the checkpoints that greet our focus and attention along the journey of life. We tread the tightrope of culture, to avoid walking the plank of repulsive extremes that lure us wayward or tempt us into waste, as we keep striving for a middle path within modern existence. The golden spiral, between a genesis before our birth and towards heights of theoretical possibility that we can only ponder vaguely, is a map for our mission to hold good direction for all around us.
To illustrate the motion, we hold passionate apathy for conscious uncertainty. In a wu-wei of aimless freedom, we lean into the direction that is most fair towards our innate hunger for heartfelt joy. It is not an inert walk, neither is it pointless or always easy. Rather, we know enduring the struggle is meaningful if we can see good results emerge and demonstrate how faith can be a worthwhile way of life. We may delay our own glory, so that our collective synchronization with higher schemes of information can become further enriched with colour and more vivid vibrations of shared rejoicing.
Just as the cross came before the crown, we might keep Buddha in one pocket and Yeshua in the other, while the devil secretly lines our jacket for special occasions. We must keep the real people of our lives closest to our heart, of course, as we urge information to emerge into more and more conscious agency. Then we can speculate a higher resurrection for the lost and misaligned of the past, might they elevate into future guides and ancestors of good honour.
Above and below the line of best fit, there is an interplay upon the surface where perforations and gates are custom fit to our work within the whole. Then we are employed in the edit. Sometimes we play subversive conspirator and at other times complementary redeemer. Life has suffering within it, yet beyond the mundane things of life, experience and being draws to us symbols of creation and love.
There we find growth amidst the coy conflict and sly resistance. Better the devil you know, than the one you don’t, some say. And so heaven’s finest scourge us early, then when truth seeks to free us we can earnestly say we have had our fair share of frustrations. The opposer to our freedom, may smirk lofty, yet with love we can wink a stoic determined eye in return.
Sweetness is the check mate for limitation and any plot against the soul. Faith is the wild card, love is the fire, truth is the force that drives home our validity against the architecture of heaven. So allow energy to bamboozle you sometimes, yet remember to keep the dukes of energy guessing too. Genius loves company, and likewise God surely loves the systems and the characters that make them so interesting. Be the blade runner of your own middle path, with purity, to make theory and simulation marvel at the miracle of the transcendental power of God’s love on all levels.
All Glory to The Most High God, Amen.
Your brother in faith,
Tristan of Alberton
Astroboy Closing Credits
https://youtu.be/g3SvVpEYr40?si=pGMF-FMWFNEd6Tsw
Terminator 2 Ending Scene
https://youtu.be/cmmbBo8RYoE?si=tPkZLtMknQ6lp9Mr
Chemical Brothers feat. The Flaming Lips – The Golden Path
https://youtu.be/jTqwe57ObFo?si=lF4UJpphSjhDrqUl
Windows 96 – Yes Da Da Da
https://youtu.be/9unfRDODtks?si=cAqszlG6mpUmLmec
Sly and The Family Stone – Thankyou (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Again)
Tristan James Johns 