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This is Not a Strategy

June 18, 2019





Sometimes you have to choose 

Something other

Than safety.



There is burnout

It is a thing.


It can kill

And that means


Which is gone


And once that happens

You can’t

Can you not get this?

Get it back

That is what gone means

That is the definition

Of dead


Blah blah


Spouting theories that

We are in

“A Strategy” and

Because of that

We are safe


Have you not seen

not heard

Strategy needs order

marginal sanity

It stops 

when it meets chaos


It is hubris

To imagine 

You can contain

by imposing a concept

Like strategy

On chaos


Chaos destroys the form

That order tries to preserve.


When you speak about


Like it is a strategy

You speak as though the

Concepts themselves

are a strategy

To maintain safety



Chaos is rising

And safety does not exist.

When the sky is falling

It is useful 

not to see it as

A metaphor



Art: Precipice| Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison


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I live in hazard and infinity. The cosmos stretches around me, meadow on meadow of galaxies, reach on reach of dark space, steppes of stars, oceanic darkness and light. There is no amenable god in it, no particular concern or particular mercy. Yet everywhere I see a living balance, a rippling of tension, an enormous yet mysterious simplicity, an endless breathing of light. And I comprehend that being is understanding that I must exist in hazard but that the whole is not in hazard. Seeing and knowing this is being conscious; accepting it is being human.

John Fowles, Aristos


“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

Arundhati Roy