Work Around
I am a social animal.
I am a whole unto myself,
and I am a part,
a piece of something bigger.
And I am not shy when admitting
I am desperately flawed,
individually insignificant,
and happily unruffled by the truth of either circumstance.
Behind and beyond the horrific catastrophe of human conceits
that lead us to war and all the other smaller tragedies
I hope for the best
and prepare for the worst
like a lot of us try to.
But where I personally stumble in life,
is over a certain slice of the humble pie
that I've never quite choked down easily.
All I want
in this whole damned world
is to be *heard out*.
That the little tiny job that is my purpose,...
is to connect.
I want to connect with you.
I want you to connect with me.
I want you to connect with you.
I want all people to find connection,
and I want to help
if I can.
Whatever I am doing.
Whatever I am working toward.
Whatever I am saying,...
it will always come down to
building or confirming connections.
I love networks.
I love communities.
I love society.
I also love the individual, interior connections
like the self to self.
The fluff of conscious thought needs connection, too.
I am not glue,
I am not nails or screws,
I do not wield welds,
but I do not yield holds
easily either.
I am not a force,
I am not power-itself,
no.
I am a mere minuscule base element.
Like carbon...
a simple shape whose universal purpose
seems to be that it's capable of bonding
myriads of disparate things together.
It's not "special" in that it's rare,
or beauteous or spectacular.
It's special because its ubiquitous,
universal, and the completely mundane
connective tissue of complicated matter.
A synonym for "connect"
is "articulate"
so, please hear me out.
Let me show you how easy it can be with my help...
I want to bridge the differences.
I want to translate and align.
I want to build upon myself,
and I want to build with you.
Maybe for a moment.
Maybe for a lifetime.
It's not my job to determine that part.
But here I am,
ASSOCIATING
all the time.
And few things frustrate me more
than people who insist
that the connection I can offer doesn't work,
can't work,
is impossible,
too hard,
or too fragile,
to be worth their time to DO
let alone the time to even try with me.
No, I know I cannot connect with everybody.
and I know I cannot "fix" anything.
I'm not a fixer.
I do not promise permanent solutions.
But I can help you connect.
I get so angry
and deeply offended
when people argue against my purpose
by not even allowing me to show them...
... to even hear me out.
I am a whole unto myself,
and I am a part,
a piece of something bigger.
And I am not shy when admitting
I am desperately flawed,
individually insignificant,
and happily unruffled by the truth of either circumstance.
Behind and beyond the horrific catastrophe of human conceits
that lead us to war and all the other smaller tragedies
I hope for the best
and prepare for the worst
like a lot of us try to.
But where I personally stumble in life,
is over a certain slice of the humble pie
that I've never quite choked down easily.
All I want
in this whole damned world
is to be *heard out*.
That the little tiny job that is my purpose,...
is to connect.
I want to connect with you.
I want you to connect with me.
I want you to connect with you.
I want all people to find connection,
and I want to help
if I can.
Whatever I am doing.
Whatever I am working toward.
Whatever I am saying,...
it will always come down to
building or confirming connections.
I love networks.
I love communities.
I love society.
I also love the individual, interior connections
like the self to self.
The fluff of conscious thought needs connection, too.
I am not glue,
I am not nails or screws,
I do not wield welds,
but I do not yield holds
easily either.
I am not a force,
I am not power-itself,
no.
I am a mere minuscule base element.
Like carbon...
a simple shape whose universal purpose
seems to be that it's capable of bonding
myriads of disparate things together.
It's not "special" in that it's rare,
or beauteous or spectacular.
It's special because its ubiquitous,
universal, and the completely mundane
connective tissue of complicated matter.
A synonym for "connect"
is "articulate"
so, please hear me out.
Let me show you how easy it can be with my help...
I want to bridge the differences.
I want to translate and align.
I want to build upon myself,
and I want to build with you.
Maybe for a moment.
Maybe for a lifetime.
It's not my job to determine that part.
But here I am,
ASSOCIATING
all the time.
And few things frustrate me more
than people who insist
that the connection I can offer doesn't work,
can't work,
is impossible,
too hard,
or too fragile,
to be worth their time to DO
let alone the time to even try with me.
No, I know I cannot connect with everybody.
and I know I cannot "fix" anything.
I'm not a fixer.
I do not promise permanent solutions.
But I can help you connect.
I get so angry
and deeply offended
when people argue against my purpose
by not even allowing me to show them...
... to even hear me out.