Of weeds and flowers …

There’s an appalling realization that all people everywhere like the same old shit, abide by the same old rules and believe the same old tripe that has never progressed humankind an inkling. There is a satisfaction in knowing that we are bogged by routine, stymied by tradition and glib with self-satisfaction that what we believe to be righteous is in fact self-serving. We have no problem with being tracked by computers and phones. We believe targeted marketing is personal spoilage. I believe the time is ripe to bow out and tend the garden of my own growing, finding the flavor of not only the flowers that choke into blossom, but the weeds that resolve their way to unerring sunlight. Leave the old ways behind to wither without me …

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