Moving the Mountain Ranges of Volatility

        In the chilly hours of the morning of uncertainty, we all long to be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues again.  For those of us not diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder or numerous glances of Bi-Polar Syndrome we are continually going mobile with thought processes that mimic Brain Roulette, and where it stops nobody knows, unless the Fat Lady sings.
       To think that we all need constant wake up calls on our Social Networks, rather than taking the time to decipher, for whatever reason, the mountain ranges of volatility that seem like tulle fog swirling around what little neuron firing capacity is left between our ears with 24 hour a day cable News Channels, to clear the litanies of being appalled, shocked or disgusted by setting in motion the initiative of setting our people free.
         I realize that the disinformation, the platitudes of lack of parenting skills by the NRA, the driving forces by political Neophytes to banter about the rights of the public with new legislation on either ID voting rights, or limiting the preventative medicine rights dictated in what is portrayed as Obamacare, those who enjoy the sounds of frakking, attempts at getting rid of Union concepts, have convinced us that maybe it is time to ask again, why do we want to climb that mountain range of volatility and the only answer out there, in my mind alone is, because it is there.
        It's not enough to be persuaded by the Choir of your choice to wake up from another episode of Rip Van Winkle, when you are hit by an errant apple, suddenly realizing that feeling that you get when you think Gravity exists, but the glue that holds the fabrics of reality to the fashions of community don't always contain those similarities attributed to truth, justice and honor.  It is instead as that comment that hung on the wall on one of my first attempts at employment that went, "I know you think you heard what you thought I said, but what you don't realize that what I said, is not what I meant..." that you need a stern slap on the face to get the blood flowing so you can again be in the present to become responsible for the outcomes of your choices and not allow those anomalies to exist in the first place.
        It is no longer the rights of the "Public Domain" to claim anyone can "Monday Morning Quarterback" their way into a righteous philanthropic impression that Boys will be Boys.  Though it may seem disingenuous to promulgate the issue by saying you have to get off the couch and put the remote down, but is necessary as being part of the Human Race to do so now.  Please, for the love of God, which you all seem to sing the praises of being, knock off the soliloquy of 24 hour a day news cycles and get back to those things that got us to "Here" in the first place. There will be courses available for the culturally deprived.  Some of those things attributed to our "Success" are sharing the wealth and the burdens of equality, respect for your fellow citizens, the "Work Ethic", common sense, the family and parenting skills, ingenuity, creativity and celebrating the harvest of any of our unique accomplishments while we play out this androgynous multiple act play called Humans, "Being".
           It is not through speculation or the Mayan calendar that we strive to evolve out of our own existence, but the notion that somehow selfish motivation and individualism can conquer the thirst for power and recognition to fulfill the consciousness of being alive in an individual reality format, while circumnavigating the multiple dimensional parameters that the theoretical physicists and quantum mechanical engineers have taken the time to describe and stipulate that makes our Universal Time and Space world go round and round.
         What sticks out like a Sore Thumb here in all of this diatribe for Humanity to make a comeback is change is inevitable whether we like it or not, being static is not a way out of the Rabbit Hole, and part of "Being Here" is not the "Destination", but the "Road Trip" intrinsic values, that make the "Destination" possible.  So, as the evolutionary tale goes that somehow the single cell came onto the Land Mass, and took to walking on it's hind legs, so too, to make things in evolutionary terms, for the powers of faith, joy, love and abundance really display some of her honest attributes display their inherent wisdom, you'll have to take the necessary steps yourself to retain your original intentional Gestalt, rather than waiting for "Mother Nature" or the realm of the "High Priestess" to not let the door hit you and me in the Ass on the way out of either "Here or There". 
         Let the epilogue state, that "I am here, and you are not, and then so too, you are there, and I am not..." and yet, could it really be " I am you, and you are me, and we are all together..."