[Our Shared Dream State]

Our whole experience is predicated on the ability to ignore the most obvious realities.

The ground you stand on, the chair, the bed, where you are right now, is hurdling through space, spinning @ 66,660 miles per hour.
If that were not enough, our spinning globe is spinning around a massive ball of fire dead set to incinerate every part, particle, parcel and piece of all we know, or think we know we are.

So: It is a good thing we are not our thoughts.

Thinking gets us nowhere.
Actually, that’s not true.
Thinking gets you dizzy, flush up against the walls of a centrifuge, whipping through whatever space is, around a hell-bent on murder apocalyptic star who shows no sign it plans on changing its thoughts.

I suppose, then, thinking does get us somewhere.

What I’m saying is like this:
We are so far from understanding what life is and means because we give over our narrow minds to yardsticks and Petri dishes.

We strive to find ways to withstand the rain and snow a little longer, so we can spin ludicrous a few more times around a homicidal maniacal supernova.

We make science a Godhead when, at best:
Science is only an option to the weather.

The scientific method is a great tool, but it overlooks what it can’t show.

We all eat. We all breathe. We all sleep.

Not a single living organism can survive without sleep, and yet somehow, we leave it out of our calculations. 
We say it’s The Unconscious, wipe our hands and go on with adding and subtracting equations that lack this one basic tenant of Life itself.

The Unconscious doesn’t exist.

There is no such thing as a dream, there is only the part we leave out.

Today the word Dream is synonymous with the word Omission.

We close our eyes to one basic tenant of reality and wonder why our lives feel lacking.

If humanity is to evolve, we must come to terms with what dreams are and what sleep means.

Dream work is the realm of the artist, most specifically the poet.
If we’re going to evolve as a species, the poets need to step up and sing and state emphatically our dreams so we may discuss, then compare and contrast, so we can evolve already.

In this way, AI is an artist's best friend.
It takes care of the rote work so we can get on with the writing.
Science can take a bow and we can get on with the process of creating.

Which is what we’re made to do in the first place.

What does the necessity of a shared dream have to with The State of New Hampshire?

At present, our whole Country senses that some experience we share goes unnamed.
Some sacred dream sense of life remains silent.
We lack the language to discuss it and so rely on numbers.

And so are let down by their ineptitude.

I won’t call it a ‘oneness,’ or anything ending with ‘ness,’ as every ‘ness’ ends up a mess, but there is a common dream shared.
Emerson aptly named it ‘The Oversoul’.
And I'm apt to agree.
(Though, he also called the people of New Hampshire, “little men,” but I forgive him, as he never got very far north and I’m six foot four.)

These days all parts south of Frost Farm are nearly Massachusetts.
Most of Route 93, south of Exit 6, trends Commonwealth.

The state is diversifying.

I attended one of the biggest elementary schools in the state.
The percentage of African American students in that school was Charles.

So, I’m happy for it.
Well, actually, I’m neither happy nor sad, rather indifferent, as you'll find most of NH to be.

We don’t really care how you look, so long as you don’t smell, and you do the very best job you can at being you.

If you’re awful at being yourself, go home.
Free people live best.
If you don’t live free here, you… read a license plate and go back where you came from.
Fast.

We help each other.
It feels good sure, but that’s not why.

We help each other because that is the best, and only, way to be free.
We are indentured to the servitude of all of us.

That’s the irony of freedom.
We choose to be in the service of each other.
That choice is valued above all else here.

Self-serving means getting up at 2 am to plow the roads so thousands of different families can get to work on time.

You get paid well for it.
You spend the money on what the folks you got to work make.

And on and on We the people go in the state of our shared dream.

And so, on with the show…

S.J. Wynn
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