Beginnings

In the beginning, there was a girl. A woman mistaken for a girl. A woman barely squeaking into the millennial generation, with the girlish desire to write and change the world. Two dreams collide — the first, a yearning to hole up and compose high fantasy with strong mythological roots and drink tea and cuddle cats; the other, to plant herself firmly at the intersection of education and criminal justice with a sign held high, proclaiming social justice for all. One is misanthropic — people are loud and ignorant, especially children and senior citizens, and some should not be allowed to breed; the other marches down the street — join me in bringing education to all! Health care for all! Human rights for all! Government that works for all! One for all, all for one!

This blog explores both dreams, sometimes leaning one way, sometimes leaning another, a seesaw of insights. One day, a tale of an eight-legged horse or giants or dimwitted gods or magic of the people. Another day, real life rants or depictions of small steps towards world-changing or inspirational people and events.

The only coherence here is myself.

Heaven and hell are within us, and all the gods are within us. This is the great realization of the Upanishads of India in the ninth Century B.C. All the gods, all the heavens, all the world, are within us. They are magnified dreams, and dreams are manifestations in image form of the energies of the body in conflict with each other. That is what myth is. Myth is a manifestation in symbolic images, in metaphorical images, of the energies of the organs of the body in conflict with each other. This organ wants this, that organ wants that. The brain is one of the organs.” — Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth (a book I have yet to read)

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