we are only ever talking about ourselves
me too
of course, this talking
is forever intertwined with some plot
regarding what is going on out-there
but,
contrary to what we tell our audience
what is going on out-there
is really only a small part
of the more major plot
that is really
us
telling the story of ourselves
in an act that would make any illusionist envious
we employ the sleight of hand
that throws the gaze of our audience-of-others
away from
us
onto the world around
us
we distract them
from stories that we rarely tell directly
toward another telling of our stories
one that we feel is safer
and takes the limelight
from
us
....to
.......some
................where
...........................else
we make suitable stories
out of
social theories
and
political theories
we tell stories of
art and history
of
science and math
of
theology and philosophy
we tell dramatic stories
writing our own special histories
of the world
telling versions of happenings
that we sprinkle magic truth-dust over,
rendering them
far more correct
than any other story-on-the-go
and
these stories provide
us
with a paradoxical cloak
where we
simultaneously
hide ourselves
and
reveal ourselves
but,
we are only revealed in disguise
as if we had fooled ourselves
into thinking we were not
the subject
of the story that we tell
in the encounter
between
us and the other
and
this illusion of suspended space
created by this
all-too-human act of trickery
lulls us into
heated debates
loaded with vitriol and violence
and
fooled into thinking
we we were not talking
about ourselves,
we alchemy
our thoughts into opinions
our feelings into stances
our fears into meta-narratives
and we will fight the difference of opinion
as if we were gods
in the world-of-rights
we will rage and seethe
when the other
does not align
does not conform
does not agree
with
us
even more so
when we believe that
we
are defending
others
speaking on behalf
of others
even others who have never
asked
us
to speak for
them
while we sit in our
positions
where we are the god
in the world-of-right
assuming the needs
of others
guessing the desires
of others
blurring the line between
righteous indignation
and
self indulgence
