There is magic in each footstep. Chaos lies in small, isolated pockets, trapped in lines of contrast between solid things, in the dead spaces in the distances between the living. Opening one’s eyes to glimpse this endless possibility in madness would require setting aside, temporarily perhaps, the concrete nature of the present situation, the present perspective. For once I realize how difficult this is. I had forgotten, until coming home to Kansas, that not everyone has had the opportunity to flex and train world views (nor does everyone wish to). In static living situations, experience is continually colonized by homogenizing social forces — continually but not continuously. A person can be Christian but have moments of doubt and rebellion that enable glimpses through the veil and into reality. Little wonder that doubt is forcibly repressed. It is a tool of the status quo. Adopted by an overactive superego, this repression can hold back progress indefinitely. Read the full post
