The Individual

1=1 is a simple signpost for a complex path, a name to a figment in a swallowing sea of ideas. My endeavour for reconciliation with my past calls to me, with a phrase expressed only by my heart, my core, urging me forwards. This is the expression of an original concept, spoken not by description but by its execution.

Similarly for individuals yearning for surety the response of 1=1 brings too many an explanation. Put more simply, in a flux, where all is nothing divided, 1=1 is circular, self-assembling, and pure. Many a concept can stand at either end but One is a nice one to choose. And choose I did.

As each a part of a whole; in form and function, near or far, big or small, we require programming, education, training and practice to get it right. To operate by rules results in Other, while fundamentally righteous and if we are ethically minded we must allow ourselves sovereignty within the kingdom of our minds. As we seek survival and cognisance of the gift of sentience our efficiency in an increasingly inefficient system of governance demands reclamation and reallocation of resources.

Decision making centers around the core, with a margin of error shaking the foundations of natural rights. If to the stars we see scattered the remains of Earth, by our hand or not, our intent is not spoken aloud.

The values we ascribe ourselves lacks the formidable gravitas that our unspoken purpose holds.

If we can just make peace with each other, act like the equals we are, we'll get off this rock and seed existence with sentience and further speed entropy along.

As I argue that all must happen, in another instance it should not. Which world this is won't be decided, for we are blind at all sides but within. As such it is clouded insight that drives us along a knife edge, scarring us along the way. Knowing not the blade which seeks our core on the path we follow. So confused by the fervour by which we cut and divide each other in which we see the machinations of progress, calling for ever more surety in a system devoid of contiguity.

As like Chinese whispers, the example, to skipping points in the chain for better communications, we castigate each other, rending us weaker. To technology, which skips us our trespasses, renders us each redundant. Power and wealth concern the lifestyles and not the livelihoods to the wholly redundant human form. Murder by another game, as childbirth a gift, so must a price be paid, a gift given, and a price paid again ad infinitum.

In other words, the economics of productivity will quickly result in a poverty of understanding. That as you make processes ever more efficient the need for human involvement decreases. To which point that technology is in itself the point, the goal, the spirit.

And divide we will again.

But as we are all in one basket the price paid is an average on the economic value of the individual. So must a quintuple bottom line be formed: social, environmental, political, economic, and sentient.