There are moments when history cannot help itself and begs us to build monuments tempted by its bidding, foreboding, beauty, assertiveness, and sometimes it’s sardonic, and nasty numbness towards right and wrong, intelligence and sheer ignorance. But history, itself is a part of the landscape of nature, and like the human race finds itself at the water’s edge…begging the question to sink or swim.
There is a craving to grow, should it be in stature, might it be in purpose, can it be in the pursuit of greatness, or the quest just to wonder why, or God forbid why not. We demonstrate our needs and build ideas, some a sham some stupendous, some to thrive and some to tinker with a temptation to simply try to survive.
There are moments, when we must look behind us, gaining strength to just stand strongly still, until we remember what it is we need to do to take the next step forward. In Provincetown, time moves in various dimensions, permitting yesterday to seem just as alive as today, with promises that tomorrow will arrive, but that nature is not it’s only force, but nurture is also a robust motivational ideal.
In politics, it seems rhyme nor reason have a purpose in what comes next. Selfish, self-serving, sinister snake oil salespeople want to contain any promise of prosperity for all. Day Three In Provincetown, and I know that we must never forget the past, but delight in the moment and insist on due diligence, so the future does not fall to the fatigue of failure and false idols!
