masks and measures

enough hand

so.. after 45 ish years of ..

me hiding behind masks in order to measure up in to others

[the details as thick for me as they most likely are for you]

i find/found.. the pluralistic ignorant version of my plight, aka: i’m not the only one that feels this way.

so ..  i set out to listen ..

and i (never just me) hear/see/imagine/iterate/prototype/create .. a nother way to live .. where..

the masks blur/dissolve within a more authentic/eudaimonious me..

freeing/disengaging attachment with others from all the measuring ness


telling people what to do ness – any form of m\a\pgraeber measure law et al


from Maria

Seeming is but a garment I wear


For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.

masks and measures

measuring things

I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

lone li ness & maté trump law