So far undefined, I find myself outside the shelter of a designated path forward. I wait patiently, hoping for the stars to align in such a way that I might be included in their constellations. I remain here, allowing the skies to revolve around me, hoping to become a sky among skies! In the eyes of many, I am outside the fate prepared for me by the circumstances of my birth. I have seemingly distanced myself from almost all forms of shelter, especially that which promises to be overbearingly effective and comfortable. Why have I done this? To become an outsider in the sense that my idol lies in the depths of a blue sky. To proclaim that the weather is not idle chatter, but the truth of the day. I prostrate myself before what is beyond my control, as learning control requires understanding its limits.
Friends, I have set out to become a sky indifferent to the forces of the day, especially those seeking more and more cultural control. I encourage all of you to think of yourselves as skies too. Let targeted advertising, propagandistic media practices, and the repeated talking points of the day be nothing more than ineffective rain dances directed towards your bright, blue minds. With good skylighting, you’ll better be able to see through such ritualistic tricks with rigor and adeptness.
Pay attention, and you will see talking heads, self-righteous journalists, and puppet politicians rain-dancing towards you! They do this all the time, and I'm not just talking about the latest TikTok dance craze (although that's not excluded either!). These latter-day shamans think they can control your weather. They think that when they say "rain," you will rain. When they say "treat such and such event as a crisis," you will treat that as the biggest news of the day, or "support this military action"... you will abide like a sky on a leash to some ceremonial dancers! It's all rubbish. The truth of the day is the sky outside. Swat away their attempts to condition your air! Temperature control is just a subtler form of thought control! Be hot when you're hot, be cool when you're cool. And when it's time to storm, storm away, my friends. Storm your own truths at your pace and be aware of the rain dancers, crisis dancers, and faux-justice dancers. They are all liars trying to control you. But you, my friends, can have the mind of a sky. No primitive ritual will get to you unless you let it.
Those who attempt to control today's narratives (hoping they will become your most cherished truths) do so using techniques that are still largely primitive. Reject their magical thinking! In all sensible modernity, I urge you to become the sky, with growing depths of great blue! Oh, desert sky, you teach me restraint, obstinacy, and how to stare with such beautiful, stubborn resolve! Yes, my eyes too will remain blue for as long as they need to! I will shine out my truths without rain to obscure or weaken their impact. Rain dancers, be gone! Friends, you are your own sky; do not be deceived. If you can only remember the sky that you are, you will remain in control of your own mind. We can break away from the conditioning. Look away, always look away, from the rain dancers coming through your screens!