Clarity: The Rarest Commodity

There is believing and there is knowing. Discerning between the two is wisdom.

This post from two years ago still applies—except now, instead of a pandemic story, it’s a war story. 

The maestros of information continue to unfurl their protean spell upon humanity, muddying the waters to make it seem deep while we the people war with each other over who has and has not yet taken their rightful place in formation. The formatted vs. the formidable seems a battle as old as the human condition itself, yet this primordial power struggle has turned an ominous corner of late as the most glaringly obvious lies and injustices in human history go unnoticed by many and defended by the mass. There is no denying that this is the crossroads for humanity. The moment of truth has arrived. The question is—are we capable of recognizing the truth or is the web of programming too enmeshed upon the collective psyche to allow the intimacy with instinct and intuition that can salvage this charade?

There has never been a time in human history when the confluence of events and technology have resulted in a race of people being so saturated with information yet so completely ignorant to truth. For all the beauty and wonder that the pursuits of deep thought and higher knowledge can reveal, there is a condition known as too much of a good thing and we have arrived there. We are overthought to the point of ruin and it has dulled our instincts, perhaps irreparably.

Without a doubt, there is no single quality of higher priority to be cultivated than the ability to discern truth. The Bread and Circus of our time is the malignant multifarious campaign of distraction that has produced a culture shamefully inept at recognizing truth, let alone acting upon it. We are so divorced from reality that clarity itself, the fundamental essence of existence and our true nature, remains an amorphous concept; a point to be argued over. We suffer from a blindness so prolifically dark that we have lost any established sense of direction. Couple that with a now infinitesimally small attention span, we are no longer able to connect the dots between the events of the past two years, let alone see clearly the arch of the hundreds preceding it. We are suffering now the consequences of the processional disconnection from our instinct that will prove to be a fatal error.