Poised on the verge of dystopia, some of us are left thinking how curiously subjective our lives are–even when the air is clean and life’s bouncing pleasantly along like 1960 jazz percussion. We typically live in a welter of, “this feels good, I like it…that doesn’t feel good, dislike it. I’m kinda happy; now I’m unhappy. Cool new shirt; but my hair looks bad.” Forced to reassess reality, we might find a deeper vantage; a pure, inner objectivity. And from there see what can be still done.
