We stand on the shoulders of giants. Privileged and empowered by the sacrosanct dogma of dead men. Words to restrict reality - contrived by those of older eras, and crumbling like weathered stone under the needs of the now. . This is not the age of coked-up conjurers and debaucherous débutantes. Tiresome pretenders lost in laudanum fancies, who see foundation as pinnacle and rise no further. . This is not the age of pseudo-historical make-believe. LARP-ers learning their legacy through media machination, heritage long usurped to turn a coin. . This is the age of information. Of hyperconnected knowledge and plain-sight secrets. No longer must gatekeepers or hierachies be tolerated. Those safe little cliques of backbiting and exploitation have no purpose here. . All are equal in the accountability of self-actualisation, and all culpable to the consequence of choice. These are the terrifying birthpains of the macrosociety, and a different paradigm must ascend. . We may stand on the shoulders of giants, but we must also shit on them and burn down the idolatry of the past. Not to erase that which has come before, but to distill it. Discard that which must be lost to the prejudicial excess of time, and extract the fragments of absolute truth within. Concepts still relevant to the moment and the essential, unyielding nature of humanity. . Become the iconoclast. That inconvenient splinter in the authoritarian eye. Question all and attain the answers. Write new words without fear, and spread them far. Secure a strong voice in the cacophany of irrelevance, and look past the fire to the stars beyond. . For the future will judge us as we judge the past. . [Photo taken Neudegg Alm, Summer Solstice 2015. A different age in itself.] . #solstice #summersolstice #fire #standingontheshouldersofgiants #iconoclasm #neudeggalm https://www.instagram.com/p/CQX8ubhpf26/?utm_medium=tumblr













