Moving to the edge, camping out in city squares and patches of green, ‘OWS’ rushes from the cemented pathways of our trajectory to self destruction. It resists a future scripted by soulless machinery which cheer leads a less than human military-industrial-empire that pummels the earth in its maddened claw. It is a reclamation of soul….we shall find our soul waiting or us in the night, at the brink, in the exile from the known. I’ll meet you there, in the wilderness of the now.
“You, darkness, that I have come from
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone
and then no one outside learns of you.
But the darkness pulls in everything –
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them!
powers and people –
and it is possible a great presence is moving near me.
I have faith in nights”
“…everything which surrounds the conscious, its edges, its limits and which threatens death and extinction, which can be a place of misery and exile, may also be the occasion of new insights for the community or individual” chetwynd