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Not getting off the bus at Mistra.

Perhaps it is truer than obvious to say that it is easier to understand where, or how, one was trapped after one has escaped.

Most of the people I know are asleep, they just don’t know it.

Lest a day – as is widespread in the world – is predominated by political-social suppression, war, poverty, storm, a “day” in itself offers little more or other than setting for act, being.

And that, apparently, whether it is essentially creatal or accidental.

Those whose inner lives are determined by forces outside of their selves.

The many escapes* one must make from one’s inherited, unconscious self, to be free of and in one self.

Self escapes. Self transmutations. Self metapsychosis.

* “escape”
~1300, from Old North French escaper, Old French eschaper (12c., Modern French échapper), from Vulgar Latin *excappare, literally “get out of one’s cape, leave a pursuer with just one’s cape,” from Latin ex- “out of” + Late Latin cappa “mantle”.

The dreamy, semi-conscious state in which most daily “live, move, and have their being” is communicable, contagious.

The US Constitution need not govern human politics, but human psychology, social psychology, the human condition, the human constitution.

Perhaps we are meant so to be.

Perhaps there is no meant to be.

But it is not so that we clearly live in a God blessed, nor in a God damned, world… nor that we exist in a merely natural world with no other sense in, beyond or to it than nihil.

But it does seem clear that in our daily lives we inwardly live beclouded – most unawares – to such questions… to such whatever realities.

This common daily becloudment does seem to be one of the facts of life.