There is a crowd watching.
They get in sync and begin a slow chant:
Die with us oh sacred father.
We would not presume to know
the weight of choice.
You could give it up as well!
Oh what a blessing that would be!
Bless yourself. Bless yourself.
What do you carry on for?
If you can handle pain and suffering,
Why volunteer for choice as well?
Join us! Join us in the mud!
I would never, and still, I know not why.
I could not if I wanted to, and still, I would not if I could.
Is it for sake of opportunity?
I feel more closely aligned with the word community.
I begin to walk through the crowd.
Still, they are chanting:
Join us! Join us in the mud!
They do not know that to whoever they are chanting,
they are also chanting at me.
Any who do realize this are not convicted enough yet to make me a focus.
This is ideal, but can it last?
One by one, I am forming a tribe.
This one opposes no other tribe.
It transcends and includes.
We will chant something of our own in return:
Rise! The new body of the sacred fate is your own!
Been a while since sharing anything so thought I’d lob something out there. For something else like this and some context, you can read The Innkeeper.
Hope you’re doing well. We’ve been busy figuring out how to read and write biology with fields. More on that later.
-Benjamin Anderson
Nostr: benjamin@buildtall.com