Primal Choice

Paranoia feeds on dark roots. In full bloom, everything and everyone that happens against me happens for a sinister conspiratorial reason. This is my felt conjecture, to which I am compelled to respond by struggling against trust in Other's monopolistic monocultural Wins, so I might survive to nakedly win yet another scrappy day of paranoia. Pronoia feeds on everything and everyone not out to get me but more in to let me happen for a blessed season with which I am invested to resonate, including my fair share of struggling with, but not against, my WinLose enculturation so we might thrive to mutually WinWin yet another multiculturing polypathic Beloved Community Way. This is our primal ecopolitical choice, Both-And over Either-Or, made each moment in time's evolving articulation deep learning incarnation of days and nights within this ecopolitical identity, risk with opportunity, life. But, even should this become postmillennial political science, let us not delude ourselves into a hypnotic state of academic neutrality, ambivalently pretending either choice is equally healthy, when outcomes are so clearly etched in exegetical stone of climatic history. Love's mutual promise clearly points toward evolutions of multiculturally embracing healthy wealth, while fundamentalist paranoid terror favors ecopolitical suicide, afraid of our anthro-suprema-cast dark shadows.