Come back inside the window… I can’t promise you anything but i trust there’s far greater reason to live…

I know you’ve become disheartened and disillusioned by the current state of affairs, your stocks have fallen, your investments have failed you. The man from whom you took orders has been ordered to jail by his and your subordinates. The impression what is this world coming to?  What is the profit margin when you’re forced to pander to the monetarised? Where’s the glory you dreamt of as a child? Dressed as a cowboy, your playgun pointed at real targets and your mother holding your tongue as your father consoles you with the words. It’s just boys stuff, well… You joined his fraternity, you grew into his old suits, you acquired his beliefs, you embodied his dreams and lived in his oversights. How long did you think it would last? It’s just a matter of time, the world is far from over.

Your mother outlives your father, your sister outlives your brother. And if you jump from this window today, she’ll also outlive you. Look at her sitting in her midwestern home, tuned into Oprah once again.  Today she learns to meditate on a second hand couch, meanwhile you stand outside this window twelve stories above the ground, one story remaining untold…

You contemplate the setting sun, i’m aware of your disorientation. Dis-orient: turned away from the east… The shifting current seems to conspire against you. Mr. Nichols you fail to see that you’ve always stood outside of this window, perched on the threshold of oblivion. Countless man made stories above the truth. For so long you stood facing the setting sun, mistaking the complementary unified duality of nature as being right or wrong, good or evil, god or devil. Mr. Nichols instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your uprise, why not just turn around? Lessen the intensity of your western glare and face the rising sun know the energies swirling from the center, how it illumines us all, and only the birds fly first class.

There is your inheritance: the warmth of a kiss. Invest your tongue into the mouth of mystery, allow her breath to seep into your lungs, surrender to her touch and guidance. There’s no other way. Your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake yourself, while your family continues its search for understanding and your daughters outlive your sons…