I still read how this or that “system” is over the tipping point & headed down & out. I have said for years anything that ends in “system” needs revamped: medical, legal, military, education, etc. Now I am hearing echoes of agreement.

It is evidenced by my own life, the blatant manipulation into the sour grapes of science when in me lived avatars of words & languages for stars to speak. I could have dreamed the scientists a space-worthy vessel while they dug around in my pencil case for an equation.

Sadly, somewhere among the educational mandates, communication started to exclude art. Remember when we were racing to the moon while dodging nuclear war beneath a wood & scrolled iron desk? We had shade thrown at us, but didn’t succumb to shadow, clinging to super-heroes & the beliefs formerly known as Religions. Maybe we imbibed a couple more ‘hero’ cells to stay on course & bring change about. The whole snark is we must initiate change ourselves for ourselves. It’s so much more fun to rain it down on someone else with a pointing finger.

Anything that ends w/”system”is being dissolved by humans recognizing they are ready for change. Put in one notion, Mom’s calling ’em home. You know what happens when Mom calls & dinner is hot on the table – No more dreaming in the tree where the sun went down.

The system – that doll’s house – we put into place & abided within is being entirely dismantled. The roofs are being rolled back like Tupperware lids, now open to scrutiny. We are too large to bother hacking that system anymore. It’s simply time to create our own new one.

Being dismantled gives me a helpful reason my systems & ideas carry no water in a virtual universe. More offices now enforce rather than recognize. A loosening up has been happening since the 60’s. TV series mocked & mirrored, then started streaming in case we didn’t get the message of looping monotony on the futility of our lives 24/7.

One day we recognized that sameness wasn’t for us to exploit or employ. It was life or living experience that counted. Still, we opted for continuation instead of creation. Only to find out that Creation really matters first.

Now that we are where we are – Matriarchs in the Clan – we find our welcome rug rolled up just inside the door of the room we occupy. Not for the first time I find myself at a familiar beginning.

But I cannot go back into the Virgin’s Territory, where the numbers dash across the scoreboards. Moving forward can be standing still sometimes. I acknowledge the “need” to move forward in an interesting & helpful way, but I’m not ready to pick up a spade to blaze my trail.