interregnum

When younger I could feel bound to my sexual identity. The giver. Quietly I could possess in the act of giving.

Being older I now see that I often took more than I gave; I masked my needs in the pleasure of others. I could form long-term relationships on this.

Now; I delight in the sharing of time and space. There is still taking, but it feels equal.

To lie in someones arms is to join them. A breast warms my face and I do do not seek to possess it. I seek to revel in joining that person for a (glorious) moment in time.

A simple thought:

To what extent is an ‘individualised’ approach to working with those with additional needs a product of the wider economy?

Do these tailored interventions appear to work because this is what we (as providers) and they (as clients) expect?

Did previous. state-led, approaches fail to a greater extent than today’s?

War is Peace.

There are laws against racial hatred, but elections are won on them.

False news is bad, but the official media is full of lies.

Our leaders preach equality, but make laws that only the rich can thrive.

The chocolate ration has been reduced despite what Big Brother says.

Lenin regarded truth as very objective. To a revolutionary, certain things were true even if they could be disproved. Humans will believe in what they want to; to argue otherwise on any subject becomes pointless.

It is strange to reach a stage in my life where I can view affairs from a distance.

As a new order begins to emerge from the disaster that is our economic system, I can sit and watch from a hill. Previous shifts found me right in the middle of the crowd; unable to move effectively.

I am fortunate (‘lucky’) to be where I am; being able to make choices.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”

Winston Smith believed that hope would lie in the proletariat.

In 1917, Russian Communists believed that a democractic state was the inevitable aftermath of the revolution. This transitional state was ‘necessary’ to move towards Socialism. They therefore looked to the Middle Class (mc) to form a Government.

Today, Working Class power is at a historic low. Ironically, the collapse of jobs due to automation looks like it will greatly affect such occupations as accountancy. This is likely to cause deep problems for the mc. To protect their childrens’ lives,  they will push for social and political change. They currently have the ‘class power’ to be effective.

Does our salvation come from worried Estate Agents?

How to convey the idea of beauty from the confines of ones own body?

Our perceptions are based on emotions which slew reality in our eyes. ‘Beauty’ becomes the warped view of the observer. As such it gains depth and greater validity rather like an artist’s masterpiece; the image is the starting point, but the total composition and frame of reference add so much more.

To see another as beautiful is to see the totality of their beauty; a hidden aura of your experiences with them.

The intangible nature of love. So common and yet so rare. Utterly binding to all and yet usually centered on just one. Joy and pain.

I’m sure we’re all aware of the biological reasons why creatures are mammals. I feel that there are deeper distinctions at play, however. We seem to have an in-built and natural affinity with other mammals and, to a lesser extent; birds. The basic roots of empathy seem rooted deep in our biology.

The is a simple joy in our touch. Perhaps this goes to the days when we crouched in burrows whilst the dinosaurs roamed.

On a cold, dark night, it is the ultimate source of comfort to simply hold another; a cat, a child, a lover.

It makes the demons disappear.

If the idea of the final authority of a given geographical area is no longer the nation state, at what level are decisions to be made?

With super-state organisations such as the IMF and ECB, and global trade deals such as the TTP having matters settled in courts meeting in secret; what is the role of the democratic state?

It is surely the only vehicle left to defend against the ravages of an economic system. The current ‘democratic’ struggles over control are really just a veiled form of deciding the rate at which common goods can be stripped. However, it will become vital to command the state to defend the last vestiges of those goods.

Does the answer lie in ‘Arab Spring’ domino events  which beat the attempts of finance to stop it? Or are we doomed to spiral ever downwards?