Hello Faithful Reader,
I hope this edition of the Black Birdseye View finds you well and in good spirits. I am well. It's interesting to revisit these words almost 25 after I wrote them. I can't remember which class I was in or even the Professors name, but I do recall his instructions:
Imagine having a ring that had the powers of invisibility and vulnerability. What would you do?
Here was my unedited response:
"The ring that brings all things considerers nothing and everything, with no real way of knowing what not showing will bring. It entices desires that are suddenly attainable by ill-gotten means that unstitch the seams of privacy.
Taking liberties because they are free could be seen as the key to advancement or the enhancement of a selfish mind that finds victory in deceit.
There is no getting back or going back to a time that has passed, so I ask myself, "When would enough be enough?"
In possession of the ring that brings all things my mind imagines, I am both powerful and weak. The wants crave desires that fuel my fire have faded in a background of undeserving gifts that are afforded to me at the cost of my dignity, having been reduced to the title of a thief. Having it all, I want for nothing and everything, looking forward to nothing because all things are but a mere turn of the ring away. Desire moves. With nothing to look forward to and being in control of it all, growth is not stunted because there is no growth at all. If I could see you but you couldn't see me, there could be no reflection.
Taking is the gift of humanity and so much vanity that it doesn't even make sense. Existing in the midst of battered souls that don't control their own thinking, the ring could be a weapon that could be a blessing. But by my way of thinking it will only corrupt the already corrupt system that I'm caught up in as I contend with sins of my own. If I could snap my finger and put everything right, the next moment something would go wrong. The future is unseen, unknown and attainable. So this fixation with the ring could last forever and would probably never stop until the ring was stolen, lost, or destroyed. It wouldn't cost me anything except for what I deserve.
I could justify and make excuses for all the uses of the ring. I could work out all kinds of ways and things to justify the gifts the ring brings me. I could run with it for a minute and be all caught up in it. In the end it is exactly what it is:
I'll have gotten rich by an eavesdropping sneaky bitch that sits in the shadow watching.
This paper has me sitting here thinking, "Somebody's here watching that I can't see." The shoe on the other foot is salt in my already open wound that is already infected with bacteria and disease. It's got me looking around more than I usually do. Something has always been watching.
The words read and willed can not conceal the truth that's hidden, waiting to be reunited with the ones that never run from evolution, the solution to being, not seeing deceitfully or being indiscreetly invisible. Use of the ring is a violation in this: the already crocked game I call living. Time has proven time and time again that advantage is disadvantage to some: Power spins out of control on some levels, not necessarily in the hand of its beholder.
But then, "If I wasn't supposed to use it…why is it here?" I could toss the question back and forth/forth and back never changing the fact that I don't care for unknown shadows watching. Basically, if I could, then she probably would and he probably already has and/or is. Here we have an awakening: It's too much to imagine that all this time the shadow truly has been watching and truly is whispering and truly isn't me and holds the key, the ring that brings all things to sight unseen.
Getting right down to it, I don't think I'd use it because I know the way my mind works, wonders and wanders. I'd think of a way to make a difference so that at the end of the day I could see my reflection clear and not hear the voices and entertain the notion of being watched all the time, which I'm sure would drive me out of my mind and render me clueless because I'd always wonder who else had a ring. I wouldn't want that kind of pressure cause pressure can burst a pipe. My foundation requires clarity and understanding, breeding insight, and the ease of minds. The want to know is the medicine needed to sustain self in positions producing movement. Use of the ring on any level slants and blurs reality.
Then there is this issue of reality and if it's even real. I think I'm awake, but what is thought? To hear me tell it, it's the reformation of a dream, producing ideas and arousing sensations that lead in one way or another to what presents as awakening.
What if I had these "real good" ideas? What if I had the ring that brings all things and settles all unsettled shit? What if the ring was meant to fit the finger on my hand because I command my mind and find all pure things to desire, and doing right inspires me? What if inspiration, the will to go, took precedence over the possibility of a shadow lingering in my midst…that might not even exist, and if it did…could be dealt with? Could I resist the opportunity to right wrongs and get back what belongs to us? Could I trust myself to not get out of control and allow the ring to hold me in a position where I mask greed with justification and rationalization?"
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I ended it there.....It's still an interesting read and an interesting thought. I hope you enjoyed. What would you do?
Until Next Time,
Always,
Robin..... Breathe to Think
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