"Equality" and the Lie of Conforming Goodness

I'm smarter than some and more foolish than others.

I'm faster, cleaner, neater, and energized more than many I've met -- and slower, dirtier, messier, and lazier than many others.

I probably look okay but next to others I'm probably downright ugly.

I'm richer than many and show it with finer clothing, more "toys," and occasional trips to nice restaurants; but I'm poor as well and will never own a mansion, plane or yacht.

I'm witty, precise, and entertaining and often in the company of others to whom I am dull, vague, and boring…

Like everyone else, I'm an equal to no one. Like every simple rock, my angles and those of other's vary, and like every simple plant my design and growth is unique.

No one is equal -- or should be -- in a world that prizes the majesty of genuine diversity and the progress of differences in play.

"Equality" is the perennial call made by those who merely seek submission to a template of equal bondage. To "live amongst equals" is to be a servile robot – and an insincere one at that.

I am me and you are "we" and never the twain shall meet. To those who demand "equality," do it – with yourself and those equally as foolish – and live in barren waste as others live among the dynamic color and progress bestowed amongst those who retain individual identity and a human soul.

Fortification.

Cool Sclupture in Roppongi, Tokyo.

The Rage of the Humble.

Vine Dance.

These are a Few of My Favorite Things...

Stuff I like.

Pond by the Golden Pavillion, Kyoto, Japan.

Silent Conversation.

The Loving Touch.

Corrosive Spiral in Contrasting Colors.

Blue Light and Pool of Water (Kyoto, Japan).

Dancing Artifacts.

Diverse Methods in Manifesting.

NIght Grub in Nihon

Nude Ballerina.

Mundane Crimes in Mundane Times

I passed a wealthy man on my left and a poor one on my right and realized that neither of them was of harm or help to me.

I passed a country club of leisure success stories and later a shanty town of broken sidewalks and destitution and realized that I had created neither (except within the fantasies of mock rebels who would blame the very weather on innocent bystanders).

I and my kind were accused of both crimes and lapses in morality for failing to obey the edicts of imposed guilt – but were later found guiltier still…for not feeling guilty (by those with less innocence than my own).

The world spun out its charms…and its fouler images, never reaching equilibrium ("equality") or the satisfaction that imposed order affords planners with mundane gripes against the hands that feed them.

The world remained quite normal and I collaborated with its non-existent scheme to side with no one while some well-paid philosopher kings demanded I hang my head in shame so they could pretend to occupy a moral throne above and beyond the simple things that have always been.