the measure of how closely the reality matched

the plan.

Precision is exactness.  Sometimes,

it requires sharpness.

Other times, it requires clarity.

Often, it requires both.

The measure of a marksman

The measure of a machinist

The measure of a report or an article

The measure of the truth

It's all about precision.  How close did we get?

Important decisions require precision.

To decide, one must see clearly between options.

There is a measure of precision in knowing something fully,

in complete understanding.

Any concept is comprised of component parts.

Understanding the parts gives a full grasp of the concept.

This is precision too.

We need to be precise.

Some forms of entertainment are distractions, and

we let ourselves be imprecise for a time, to better

enjoy the distraction.

An illusionist uses precision to distract the audience.

The audience allows this by leaving precision behind.

Let's be precise.

There is a group of people who work together

that believe as a matter of faith and tradition

that people cannot be left to govern themselves,

and must be controlled.  

This group of people has been referred to as "republicans".

Republicans are a group of people who live in the

United States of America, a democratic country that is

founded on the principles of liberty, justice and equality.

Democracy is a form of government where people govern themselves.

Republicans are inherently incompatible with a democracy.

The specific form of democracy in the United States is

defined first by a document called The Constitution,

and the by another document called The Bill Of Rights.

These documents lay down a system where protections

are implemented in the system to prevent certain basic

threats to the values intrinsic to democracy.

If these values are allowed to be violated, if these

protections are disregarded, then the democracy

itself can and will fail.  Even from 200 years in the past,

experience led the architects of the United States

to put in place protections that they knew would

be absolutely necessary to prevent the kinds of

corruption they had experienced, firsthand.

To them, this was corrupt imperial rule. 

Imperial rule is very similar to fascist rule.

When the majority of people are ruled over

by the minority that comprise economic interests,

like corporations, that is fascism.

Fascism is not government by the people for the people.

Fascism is not democracy.

When representatives in government accept gifts and

contributions from corporate entities that cause them

to rule the majority of the people in favor of the corporations,

fascism begins to erode democracy.

When the structured and legislated military of the government

is used as cannon fodder, while private corporate employees

are paid many times better and better equipped, yet are not

subject to the structure and legislation we put in place to

ensure that our sword arm is right and true, fascism is

eating away democracy's defense.

When the basic liberties of a democracy's citizens are

not only violated but legalized to the degree that no court is

allowed to even question those who violate those rights,

and those violators are corporations,  is there any democracy left?

There is another group of people in the United States, who 

are held to be the opposite of the republicans.

They are called democrats.

The democrats recently individually and as a whole,

accepted gifts and support from corporations and favored those corporations

over the majority in law, continued to support spending billions

to overarmor and overpay mercenaries in Iraq while the military

were underequipped and underpaid, and finally, celebrated...

I kid you not...CELEBRATED...helping to pass legislation

that not only made it legal to spy on anyone without cause or warrant

or even a reason, and that telecom companies who assisted

could not be prosecuted for past or future acts of this nature.....ever.

They really did.  They celebrated.  Barack Obama amongst them

Republicans.  Democrats.

We need to be precise.

Sometimes, precision is achieved by sharpness.

Sometimes, it is made possible by clarity.

Have you noticed yet how much the media wants you

to see only two choices, but how both of them go to 

same place?

Can you see through what the magician is doing?

Be precise.

Vote your conscience.

Prevent the end of democracy in the United States of America.

We just stared at each other.  Somehow, that was fine.

I knew her, but only just.  She was new to the school, and quiet.  We all decided to go for a walk that night, and afterwards, go to the house belonging to the male occupant of the mattress.  Not looking to be forward, I took up a position of the floor across the room, while the new girl sat between the door, and the mattress.

Were we analyzing ?  Were we trying to figure out a more civilized introduction?

Minutes passed, nearly an hour, and she broke the silence.  Softly, she said "Did you get what I sent you?".

I considered this carefully.  I picked and sifted my mind looking for something out of place, some signal, some sign, that could indicate telepathic mail had been received from a girl who clearly knew more about some things than I would have thought.  I came up empty-handed.

"I didn't get anything that I know of", I said, "The only thing out of place in my mind is a picture of this waterfall with a unicorn that I'll probably sketch out later".

The mattress party stopped immediately.  The girl on the mattress turned to me with her mouth agape with a look of amazement.  The other girl smiled like a chesire cat.  Did I mention we were both wearing sunglasses and staring at each other across a dim room?

We talked for hours, like old friends.

Light roars through crystal space to pummel and sizzle countless

prone surfaces while flows and fields shift and pout and breathe.

A single flaming tip sweeps across my eyes and passes from my sight.

Colors cycle, and flicker, and fade.

During this immersion in sense and perception in the wild and untamed workings of the Body Universal, a spinning flare anchors a thread of me to my own inner places, holding me by the center of my ribcage to a meaning.  To a doorway.  To a river.  To another life.

To you.

Rushing air cools first my left cheek, then left ear, then leg and arm.  

I stand, a projection, a small jutte on a tiny surface carved by pummeling and sizzling and shifting and pouting and breathing.  A breathing, tiny thing that dwarfs me and still remembers me anyway holds me safely from an endless fall through vast infinity.

Oh love...I am a small thing.

a promenade

Step to Step

Being

Truth to tell

liberation

The rack holds

The strong

Here I am

It won't be very long

Tear on a nail

Communication

Time in the field

for dreams

lights to attract

a population

Things are

or only seem

Here I am

It won't be very long

When driving, some alert, some danger rears and we hold the wheel more tightly, stiffening.
When speaking, faced with disapproval, we either hide, or defend. Shielding, or going belligerant. Stiffening again.
When something or someone is wanted, and they or it are missing, not present, this fades what is there, reducing the solidity and depth of the world, it's wonder, it's color, it's whispers and songs. The world contracts about us until the demand is met... Stiffening.
We're not trained to step away. We're not trained to believe we should be whole. We're supposed to need something, or require something to be whole. Products. People. Labels. Language.
We are told to not be whole.
We are told to stiffen until further notice.
I rebel.
You delightful, gracious spirit. You, wind over the sand. You, sweet breath in my face. You, fantastic storm. You warmth of Sol, you whisper of intimate awakening.
It is you. I call you.
But I have been paying attention. In danger, I loosen my fingers on the wheel. In the face of rejection, I open my ribs and offer them plainly. I wish you were here, and I seek out all the details in the world around me, all the faintest, subtlest parts, because I know what the trick is.
I let go to be consumed.
To not do so, is to consume myself at the behest of those influences. To chain myself to imaginary walls, to chase myself in shadowboxes.
I let go of you to re-experience being one with you.
We are one, and I love you. This is not some paper airplane, some arrow to start from point A and hit point B, to be recognized and returned, no. That is not what it is.
It is simply an announcement. I simply state that I recognize that This is.... I am.... You are. These are concepts. These separations are surface ripples on a mighty large pond.
I stop trying to float and I am connected to everything.
I am connected to you. I am one with you.
This is, again, just an aknowledgement, an open letter. It is not a request nor is it a plea. I am not painting a mural on the walls of my life to decorate it or change the perception of these playing card towers.
Beneath it, you are here. Through me. Everywhere. Always.
Come.