Complicit

Power's cryptic secrets taunt from a mythical center to which access has been denied. As long as I am willing to cooperate with the governing story, I am complicit in my own marginalization. I hold out my hands and then complain they are shackled.
Pursuing the suspicion there are other stories—or even writing a new one—is a more tumultuous struggle and often a heretical scandal until ultimately validated. Validated or discredited, evaluative conclusions no one is qualifed to make.
And yet I must choose my path even if blazing a new one. And there are not many days given within which to accomplish so much learning and doing. Too few to cede the agenda to hesitation.