How Could You Not Take Me..
Thinking this morning of how consciousness sculpts time. Exchanged words condition the passage of time, lend color, fulsome shape to life’s time or shock time to a standstill.
Do we not resist, dread a condition of impasse, to be so traumatized by happenstance that time is frozen, nothing is allowed to change, I am stuck? And this is a condition of solipsism, trapped in my own mind and you in yours. Emotionally and intellectually ‘dead in the water.’
Should we not seek structures, within which our reciprocal words allow us to disclose our true selves, to become aware of our true interests? Must we not craft a public space where we can contest each others’ assumptions and prejudices, — to repair the rifts between us?
Now this beautiful tune by the Mamas and the Papas, written by John Phillips in 1967. They won a Grammy award for this song. Just entertainment or …. something more?
