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In the face of curiosity and fear, all attention is subdued from the reality at hand.
We speak to curiosity as if it’s the antidote to fear. We dismiss the distraction in the attention deficit both inflict in the process.
One sensation sought the other in an attempt to enjoy a few nights in what should have been a honeymoon week. Half spent in anguish and pain and the second half enjoying what could be not to ruin the moment.
In the midst of it all, I found myself sitting in a tiny room making a call out. A stool came in handy as a chair. A small wooden table from ages past twisted up gave the necessary space to set my equipment. And cables ran wild.
An elevated laptop with the phone as a camera sat on the top next to a portable light. A sophisticated microphone hid below the frame you could see to hear me better. The stage was set for a recorded interview.
Could you imagine all of this looking at me through the lens of your tiny screen? Does your world ever expand outside the frame you see through?
No matter your curiosity seeking beyond, it often lands flat shy away from mere seconds from the real space and time we hold. We focus our attention on the center of what is happening. The backdrop and the front stage capture most of it.
Our curiosity might lead us to inquire about the chandelier. It might surface elements of the backdrop but rarely does it ever capture the reality of the moment in its rawness, messiness, and in this case, on the stage of this world, its brutality.
My feed is fire and smoke. With calls for: You must leave now.
The arrogance is bewildering. The sight is blind. The kindness of the people I know doesn’t equate to that which I am witnessing.
God forbid we accept defeat. God forbid we relinquish to success. With the cost of life wasted in the sea of pride and posturing.
The dust rises higher than the clouds. The craters filled with blood dig deeper than the wells. The sound quakes louder than thunder. The fear becomes viler in its abuse.
On that call, I sprung into a conversation like no other delving into creation and trust coming to be without rules, constraints, and a self-recognizing the separation we seek to nurture our egos.
All the while in time and space the movie will always play frame by frame. No matter where you look or what drives it. Curiosity is no more benevolent than fear in instigating and drawing attention to what remains but one frame of the movie.
I don’t know if the answer lies in fewer rules and constraints. It feels that how things are running anyway without any scrutiny. The illusion of any limits is no longer extinguished by the flames and echoes of that which shatter reality in every moment.
Until next time,
Carlo