The weak with the weak. The strong with the strong.
How do you know which one you are?
Are you sure?
Up until when?
How can you truly guarantee?
Sometimes, do we not feel weak due to sensing we are in the absence of strength? And, yet, do we feel strength thinking we are most definitely on the side of those strong?
Does not commonality create strength and fortification regardless?
What is strength, anyway? How can you be certain?
Can weakness get infiltrated into the mind, heart, body, and spirit of the strong?
Has strength been able to do the same in the opposite direction?
Should this be considered difficult science?
Cannot people be held as testimony either way?
Physically? Chemically? Biologically? Psychologically? Any-ally?
As language is learned, cannot be other attributes or characteristics be, too?
You could be the smartest known. In which room are you in?
You could be the strongest witnessed or seen? In which room are you in?
You could be the most important? In which room are you in?
Subliminally, could not one be confounded within the trickeries of subtle coercion?
The right become the wrong.
The wrong become the right.
How?
1 + 1 = 2
Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.
But, are we sure of this?
Says who? In liquid, air, or solid state?
What are you willing to lose to fight for what you know to be right?
Would you, could you, be eventually convinced 1 + 1 = 1 or, an infinite number, or, whatever you want it to be?
Is not the world infiltrated with stealth psychological weaponry?
What is social media, anyway? Which scientific attribute does it serve and channel to fastest? The heart? The mind? The body? The spirit?
Which channel opens most without even our awareness?
Does one have to physically enter into your world to be in your heart, mind, or spirit?
In. Filtrate. Nation.
Have we fallen without knowing? Thinking, actually, we have been standing ground?
Extreme. Interesting.
Freedom to stand ground. And, then, that WHAT IF to the absence of what was (once?) right- could what has been wrong become the new right?
12 Years A Slave took me deep into my seat, silencing me as I clenched to my heart, mind, body, and spirit from the onset of the rising action down to the resolution where I found some feelings of redemption.
I watched the scene where Solomon was eventually convinced to say his newly given name, though free just a few wakes ago, having found himself taken into a ship to become a slave down south.
Neither my husband and I could utter a word or look at each other during this entire movie.
What could we say?
Force strips one of their freedom. Does it not?
How far will you fight to keep all you have?
How far will you fight to not have to let go of all you see as yours?
When force takes over freedom, does not the ground you stand upon change perspective?
What will you submit to in able to keep all that you (still) have?
What will you submit to so as to not let go of all that is (still) yours?
Force, you say? Perhaps and to our utmost relief and gratitude, we do not have to succumb to the tragedies of Solomon’s heart-wrenching experience.
And, yet, is there not greater forces happening now that we may look back in the books later to realize, while not forced, we simply allowed?
Training days. Every day.
Do we not find ourselves learning to assimilate for the sake of peace and solace within?
Do we not find ourselves subjecting to expectations around us only to quietly wonder if to keep our sensed freedom, actually suggests unspoken forced subjugations?
My filters, I have come to acknowledge, are introduced to various differences as well as a variety of different.
Every state I’ve visited suggests a different difference.
Sometimes, one city from another very well presents a distinctively different difference.
I have assumed, as an innocent child, every action one takes is a correct one.
Then, without the teachings, most often, I have witnessed moments where even an innocent child just learning to embrace the world knew what was happening before her was simply, could not simply, be right.
At what point does one question without fear of repercussions?
You hear. You see. You smell. You taste. You feel.
The more you begin to understand, the more you realize the less you actually know.
Does not a child question? And, when too many questions arise, does an occurrence take place where a child is then, silenced in some form or way?
Does then, the child, find strength upon breaking free from such restraint?
How far does one consider revoking one’s truth to soothe another one’s lie?
Stand ground. How much is one willing to lose to do just that?
Is the why reasonable or enough to risk all?
At what point does one, then, accept that what one faces against is not what one was willing to have to face to still have face?
I think of Solomon, a husband and father, a free man to make a living, all of a sudden, turned slave, owned to the words he was able to speak and the servant behaviors he was allowed to exhibit.
Evident on the outside.
Stand your ground. That is, if the ground you stand on is yours for you to remain standing upon.
Yes?
Weak or strong?
How can we define with certainty?
Goliath.
David.
