Fine line…

In all things seen and unseen, there’s a fine line in between for everything. Madness and Sanity, Love and Hate, Sensuality and Sexuality, each according to each individual’s perceptions.

Then, when much is too much? or, little too few? Is society able to establish these boundaries? Is it possible to accommodate everyone?

If the answer is no, not everyone can be accommodate, then are the rights of the ones left without say wrong? Just because a majority say so?

Take history as a metric. Let’s say 500 years ago, a person with epilepsy would be considered a mentally disabled person. How about 50 years ago. Would the color of the skin be a negative factor in human behavior? How about today, is gender any relevant to the human condition?

What about 50 years from now, would the human elderly be treated better or worse than today. Mind you that in this time there are very little and few benefits or laws that protect these population.

Then let’s examine our original hypothesis. Where do we put, cut, or establish the fine line?

Can anyone say?

Consider the war between Athenians and Spartans. Each would say that they had the answer, but did they?

No one can stop or detain evolution. Things that are meant to happen will happen and there’s nothing that humanity can do about it.

Draókos (The Black Dragon)
Psicofilosofía Urbana es (c)1980
Copyright 1980 ICP

Where is that loving feeling

I read a post from Mitch (A Brief Interlude) that shook my soul and I identified perfectly with it. The love she has for her pup under a rock. Where have all those emotions and feelings gone? I know we still have them in us, they are part of us and will never leave us.

Was it really the dog, was it an old friend? I know who it was, but more than anything else in this existence is what it meant to us, the yearning to have those feelings and emotions back, that society has jack away from us.

Yeah, I understand, no one let others take anything away from us, but that’s a lie. I know that feeling I wanted back, but I have come to realize that I must cross the threshold to find what I am looking for.


Draókos (The Black Dragon)
Psicofilosofía Urbana es (c)1980
Copyright 1980 ICP