Morning Tea: Contemplating Political Fictions
Good Morning Void,
It's a beautiful autumn morning. I have had a great breakfast of buttered bread and fresh fruit and veggies. I'm almost finished with my mug of tea and am able to sit down and write to you.
How are you doing?
Today might be an interesting day. Things may go smoothly, but unlike most days, today has the possibility of involving political discourse.
Like most things, the politics of a group of land delineated by imaginary lines floating on top of a spinning planet of magma meandering its way through time and space isn't of much importance to me.
I couldn't care less about who's the figurehead of this or that patch of dirt.
But, as most people aren't the Void like me and you, they tend to get wrapped up in the fiction of earthly affairs.
Ultimately, it will all be fine, but, in the immediate moment of time, it is exhausting listening to all of someone's fears and anxieties.
Though, I think speaking this to you has helped me clarify and take an even further step back.
Just as the political affairs of the flesh sacks on this planet are of little concern to me, neither are those flesh sacks's misplaced fears much of a concern either.
~ V