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There are two kinds of cultures
- Defined in different ways 
In different countries and lifestyles,
Valley vs Mountain, Settled vs Nomadic
Or in modern America, City vs Country -
With their two opposing attitudes,
“Let us tell you what to do!”, and
“Just leave me alone…”

It’s a simple dichotomy really 
Of a group and collective orientation, 
And a more individualist and self-reliant one
Based on the reality of survival
Each different lifestyle requires.

Different people have different affinities 
And many self-select to live around similar types,
But there are plenty who find themselves living,
Out of family or work or relationship needs,
As a minority, a stranger in a strange land
Like that little contrasting dot within
The swirling drops of yin/yang’s polarity.

But these two cultures, as complimentary 
As they are, also divide the nation
Not just geographically;
East and West, North and South
But politically;
Left and Right, Socialist and Conservative
To some extend sexually;
Female and Male
And generationally;
Parents and Child.

It’s a conflict of cultures we all experience
But sometimes never grow out of
Or find the freedom from, and peace with.
The two after all are opposites
And the one wanting to tell you what to do
Is by definition more motivated to find the other 
And tell them what to do…

It’s the world we live in,
But at some point it seems 
It’s just not sustainable.
Things fall apart 
When they aren’t maintained and kept organized,
Oh, and here come those who have volunteered 
For that job!

Now order rules the day, and chaos
Is always better kept way over there.
There are no frontiers left to explore 
And escape into anymore
Other than the inner realm of mind
Imagination, dreams and fantasies
Or an addiction, dysfunction and disease
- Plenty of chaos available in those -
Or better yet, a good book in the man cave,
A quiet sit on the cushion 
Or walk in the woods…

Something, anything to give us the peace
We all need 
From that nagging persistent voice, 
Outside and within,
Telling us what it thinks we should do
While we just want to be left alone
To discover it on our own.

(3/8/25)
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