Nothing like a few cheesily amateur Photoshopped images to illustrate grand concepts of history and life.

Call it a psycho-spiritual magnetic field orienting individual living energies toward the collective good.

Whatever, words can never do it justice, and I’ve come to distrust them. But the Shamans—the keepers of the field—know of what I speak. The Poets, the genuine article that is, know it too, and put the growth and recognition to words. They also capture the moment when doubt first creeps in (the moment Nietzsche dubbed ‘The Birth Of Tragedy’). They are on hand for the fall too, the centuries long disintegration of what was once a living social body. And finally, they are the carriers and disseminators of the seed of a new tomorrow.

Gad, too many words, and what do they have to do with us today? Well, how’s the state of manhood nowadays, the true inner state? Somewhat disoriented, I’d say, wouldn’t you? Without a dynamically functioning field the male energy is cast adrift, left to its own devices, which isn’t always to the benefit of any specific group.

Good old Pablo knew what he was up to with his Guernica, which is homologous with the late Roman Laocoon group pictured above. Both speak Poetically of the fall… disintegration of the psyche, collective and individual.

Alas, it’s where we are today.

Could be a grim way of looking at things I suppose, unless you accept it–embrace it as us New Agers might say… and learn to Live with it.

‘Cause (and here I go),

Life is ALL the is!