Normally I don't watch television. The commercials make me angry; the increase in volume, the lack of creative intellect, and the thought of disconnected boardrooms make me want to gag. But as I sit here watching the Superbowl, the top commercials air and that aire of brilliance and creativity resonate through the box, as the best of the best commercial pitches release themselves top to the public. That box, our American media television hierarchy, the viewing link to most peoples whole-world experience, structuring thought, or the lack there of.
The mindless entertainment regenerated me back, back to my studies. My dreams of being expansive and creative and inspired by literature, art, and history dominate. No dollar manipulated media can enter my vortex, because it acts as advertising, promoting what we think we should be, while deflating the idea of accepting, embracing and loving who we are. Loving our differences and our imperfection, remembering the soul that, connected, can be intact and the most grounded beautiful force to resonate with.
Feels good to be alive.
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