The Magician and The Wind #32 #cong19

Synopsis:

I suspect the prevailing wisdom is that “Community is a Comfort”.
In my world “Community Crucifies”.

4 Key Takeaways:

  1. Communities are Imperialistic.
  2. It’s hard work to be an anti-imperialist
  3. You have your own wind
  4. Blow your own trumpet

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By Paul O’Mahony

Communities are Conversations. Conversations attract Collaborations. Collaborations change Communications. I have noticed strong communities are nearly as strong as poems fit for purpose.
In this day & age, and in this place & stage, the melody of metaphors, allegories and similes is the best way to cut through cant. Unfortunately for many communities, the gestation of the foetus is done, the birth of the Individual has come. Recently …
The Magician turned her back to the sea and spoke to the Wind:
“Come join us in our unity.
Take your place at the table, you belong among us.
Together we grow stronger than our surroundings.
We rise above the ground that supports us.
Feel yourself hugged by a multitude of villagers eyed with affection from every squinting window.
Come inside your birthright, and sign the book of your life written in invisible ink.
Let us understand you better than you understand yourself.
Let us guide you past the temptations that fester under your skin.
Let us make you whole.
Our health, your health, Your health, our health.
Unity in unity.
Lose yourself in magic.
Speak wind, speak our language.”
The Wind spoke:
“You touch me in every orifice.
Your smell invites me into your cave.
I see your shadows beyond the fire where I was forged, your reflections on my mind. 
Have I the right to resist, the power to deny, the authority to cry ‘NO’? 
I shall not be bent into shape like a plashed hedge” whispered the wind. 
This breath is not for turning.
You can keep your unity Community.
I’ll be no village clone, I am grown to live alone.
I belong to a grander table, better fed, vulnerable as the weather, fragile as glass. I am an elementary particle.
Call me Neutrino, I am so small I pass through your imaginations unimpeded and undetected.
Surely you see my city, Diversity.
May you understand yourself so poorly you sink slowly from your throne.
I am the Authority authorised to sing louder than your choir. That’s what you mean to me.”
And the Wind blew the Magician into her sea where she went in search of a victim weaker than an Individual Gust.

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