The sound of the undying dawned by heavy breath
For an longing increment
We paused in step
Sand between our toes
-Scott Graham Modernology
From all that is Left?
What is left to be conquered than the degraded kingdoms of a thousand passed generations? What is left to be desired but the dreams not yet dreamed? What world is left to be solely ours when the one that shall be inherited down is fractured, divided and dilapidated by the whims of untrained minds, untempered wills, and the thrusting of swords irrespective of victim?
As a species, we always speak to our advancements and achievements in the fields of technology. But perhaps, that those steps have been the catalyst for the unforeseen consequences of mental and moral disintegration. The most complex forms of expression and communication are derived from the simplest tools and technology. True greatness in our time is measured in followers and not in life’s work. Masterpieces no longer come from years of tedious labor but from the contexts of one hundred-forty characters or less. Expression, beauty, and art have become commodities, and exoneration has been bestowed to those who can package the simplest message, in the simplest method, for the simplest person.
And within those parameters, is there any room for wisdom, any hope for enlightenment, any reprieve from the grips of maddening chatter of disqualified discourses? If not, then there is no drive to build anew, to realize our dreams, and to repair this reality that has so-far looked unkindly to our reluctance to accept that conscious high-intelligences are exceedingly rare and a natural blessing. We squander our divine gift each day we stray from the path of intelectual discourse and feverous inquisitiveness and pseudo-realities of a digital society.
From all that is left, how do we rediscover and reconnect with our humanity? How do we find ourselves within the darkness? How do we manage?
How do we move-on?
By the sweetness of chance
or by the glory of being
partitioned the soul onto the mind
and life onto meaning
Given by the proof
of the immaculate realms
being sight, sound and time
together is world
from darkness to light
Though I do not know you, I feel you.
Though I cannot see you, I am with you.
Though no words have ever been spoken,
not a whisper has ever been needed.
What we share in this life is precious. It is collective. It is beautiful.
It is this journey and our course. And though I do not know the destination and the path at times is torturous and clouded from sight, I put aside my fear and carry on knowing that you are with me.— Scott Graham - Modernology
The Malice of Humanity or Something Else?
- Is it by design that humans seek destruction of oneself or one another? Or do these malicious, sometimes violent episodes result from something not-imposed by sickness, but as a cry for help in the most rash of pretext? There are two fundamental areas in which I would counter voices pointing directly to human mental health. First, is one based on society. Our culture is one absorbed with addiction and dependencies Our medicated states of nature bestowed upon us due to medical and pharmaceutical practitioners promising ‘cures’ for ailments. But what we confuse these ‘cures’ with are truly just masks for the symptoms of a deeper infliction. The majority of the time, these underlying issues are not caused by birth but my serious malfunctions of a depraved society— One that collectively sees life expelled with little hope of grand achievement or intellectual profoundness. Locked into a constant reality of pressures, restraints, classes, work orders, and mine numbing tasks only briefly broken my senseless, ignorant media and entertainment, we are left with little time to pursue the things that truly make us human— thought, art, expression, and relationships. It fundamentally makes us feel disconnected from humanity, the world, this life, even existence entirely. And it is that feeling of being caged and alone that is insurmountable and leads to over medication or sometime violent or malicious tendencies.
- The second area involves the concept of soul and how one’s life is guided and manipulated existentially or astrally. Both of the concepts deserve their own discourses which I will continue to author as I truly wish to do everything justice at the best of my abilities and seasonings.
-Scott Graham Modernology
Seal me to white plains, the unforsaking horizons
Hold me to this secret, cloaked in separating light
Creep into my thoughts, steal from the lips of lions
Color me warmth
On the darkest colds of night
Believe in anything
For hope wants to be found
No Turning Back
A sudden shaking by headstrong winds
From the quiet, in somber, in toil she tends
With clenched eyes contemn the light
In our heaves and gasps, ill-fated fight
A fleeting sign of careful balance
Pulled aside by figment hands
Count, repeat the seconds back
There is no returning