a spell on #highperformance
All the world is a stage. The world is a stage for humans. The world is a stage of humans. In time. Maybe vice versa. The world has reached a stage of humans - a fleeting moment in her time. Soon to be remembered. How though? How would you like to be remembered, humans?
You took center stage. You love center stage. You want to be seen. You would like to get some attention. You need more. And more. And more. You are circling yourself. There is no one out there. The gods are dead, even the ones based on your writing are gone. Now what?
All the world was a stage. That was a stage in time. It is soon to be over. Stages develop in life. Cells decide in groups. Cohort movements form temporary bodies. Microcosmic gods. Chaotic scores of beauty. The world is always in a stage, it is ever-changing, and evolving. The world was a stage for humans, or so they thought. Showtime.
Maybe though, the world stages humans in ways they never planned for. Maybe critters and bacteria have summoned humans as their stage. Time removed.
Remember that high performance is a state of mind. It is a state of being. At #highperformance, you will find fast cars, sexy bodies, and tech adoration. High Performance is at the core of the death drive that seems to rule the world. You need to perform to be seen. You need to do something, to move it, move it. You need to perform higher and louder than every other human body. Other bodies, other than human bodies might perform much higher, much louder, but. The gap widens. The world is under a spell. The spell is bittersweet like all spells are. Like deathdrive is, maybe. Maybe it’s not the ruler after all. Love is the drug I’m thinking of. Life is the drug I am craving though. Life was the force that dreamt it all.
Life is the force I’m dreaming of. Blissful. No performance. No performance is a state of mind. It is a state of being. You don’t have to perform to be alive. You are life, a part of life always. No need to accomplish that.
Once upon a time, there were bodies. All kinds of bodies. There was no high and low between these bodies. There was vibrant life in and between these bodies. Shapeshifting was a matter of existence. Then there was space. Space was a place, a body made of bodies. Bodies are shapeshifting in time, communing, vibing life. It’s still here. Space is a body made of bodies. You are those bodies. You are (in) a stage of life—stages of life in composite bodies, composting bodies.
I put a spell on you.
I am putting a spell on #highperformance, may it end. I am putting a spell on theater in its current form, may it end. This is what this is about. Spelling out stories to break the spell. Finding a song to follow along.