Schemata

These are not greater than us. These are not indestructible. These are not absolute. We are laws unto ourselves, our own direction; our own discretion, and we govern here. Yet we abdicate, allowing what is ruinous; encouraging what is destructive, and this is our preference. Overthrown by our schemata we coexist with our hostages, imprisoned by these; surrendering to them. And there is comfort here. It's familiar; it's what we know. There's no need to adapt because there is no change. And though we have thoughts of more, we know these are only thoughts, because we cringe at the necessary depth of the place we must begin to achieve the extraordinary. So here we are creating laws, consulting our conditioning, intimidated by it; blaming it. We are our own jury, our own disruption; our own destruction, and we are helpless. We are victims of our own undoing because this is what we choose.