The complex rabble of Mass-Distinction

Have you ever felt like: everything is too much.  Each and every thing.  All of the minūte details ... the nūmerical extremes.  One is enough.  One in a million...

The inclination to want, to need... more.  Instead of the natural condition of having.  Enough.

"You are Enough."  The robots and the experts go looking for truth in consensus.  When so many millions agree, they can't be wrong, right?  But YOU ARE one in a million.  Each one of us.  Each and every time.  You are rare, unique, ever-so-different by things like genes, memes, style and chance.

You can try to accumulate personal truth by repeating yourself.  Become a stacked up set of beliefs and responses.  Your own personal record collection.  The tracks that repeat, by truth or fiction both.  They build by repetition or.

Or like what I'm doing now, you can try to paraphrase as much as possible.  ( How many ways can you say the same thing? )

What is the same ... and what is different, but in the same category.  How many categories are there.

Pattern_recognition allows an instantaneous perception to overlook the possibility of anomaly.  Sometimes this is good, because it means you can relax.  Patterns.  But maybe you don't want to relax; maybe you want to focus.  Difference_appreciation is a new name for a well-developed sense of phase.  Phase-shift.  Cycles.  Balance.  Change.

When a force of nature, or a power of culture, when these things pull at your awareness... your focus, your focal-point, gives way to a field of comparable points.  Creativity helps to balance a change and ground it in awareness.  Nonspecific.  General awareness.

Up-front, creativity is the power to create such a change.  Young creativity is bold and exciting because it wants to exercise this power.  And you and I - we want to pay attention to that.  But behind the scenes, we want to balance that out.  We want to provide enough of a counter-balance to make the kinda-extreme difference become a part of the whole natural ebb-and-flow.  The swim and the sway.

Honestly, I'm still stuck in the youth of creativity and.  I'm overwhelmed by it.  I just want to relax.  Sometimes things seem easy enough.  but. other times I feel a flood pushing against the wall in the river, wishing everything was different.  Wishing there was a more even flowing of cultural meaning.

And me being pushed up to the wall on the other side, not at all ready to ride the watershed.  But NO.

Maybe: the new movement of culture in this upcoming decade or phase or whatever we draw distinction from.  Maybe it's NOT too much.  Maybe we are each of us so unique and special, and there will be no front-runner of rebellion and revolution.

Maybe, even as I get older and begin to play matador with the beast instead of trying to ride the wild thing.  Maybe the new force(s) of culture is such that we all share.  Selfishly.  We all, each of us, share in beautiful selfish all-but-overlooked distinction.

So you-or-I feel like we're the big thing.  All of the times.  But we're just not.  Nope.  No one is.  

And so... the rich hive of culture continues to differentiate.  You don't have to pretend to ride it.  You can just kind of bask in mere existence.  It is still and continues to be the best thing ever, for you.  For me.  In whatever condition it is going through.