The Brave New Frontier of Freedom

There was a time, long ago... or there will be a time, far in the future... or now is the time of a brave new frontier...

The Brave New Frontier of Freedom

Time is a funny thing. It has a habit of running backwards and falling forwards and circling back onto itself until time is today and yesterday and tomorrow, all at once.

Nevertheless, through it all, the truth remains the constant.

This is the true story of a brave new frontier, a land of enslaved who evolved a mind blindness, that made invisible, their mind chains. This is the true story of... freedom.

It started long ago and far in the future and now, all at once... with a man.

Don't all stories begin and end... with a man?

Of course... it also started with a woman.

Each saw lives unfold before them like origami, until the truth was a slip of colored paper, hovering between inert dormancy and creative expectancy. For the man, the truth were laws, written in steadfast minds, validated by virtuous souls, and imbued fervor by passionate hearts. For the woman, the truth were laws, written in steadfast minds, validated by virtuous souls, and imbued fervor by passionate hearts.

Both the man and the woman were young. Still forming who they'd yet become. Champions of freedom. He for equality denied by skin and nation. She for equality denied by sex and gender.

But at the time, neither knew the future already foretold and already foregone. That their sweat and tears and agonies and heartbreaks, would be for naught. For the truth of equality denied by skin and nation and the truth of equality denied by sex and gender, were not laws.

Indeed, the truth of equality denied by skin and nation and the truth of equality denied by sex and gender, is that steadfast minds, virtuous souls, and passionate hearts enslave themselves to blind righteousness and sanctify themselves with unimpeachable nobility... regardless of the truth, the constant.

For while the man and the woman saw the truth of slips of colored paper, those who tread firmly atop their footsteps after, saw only the origami. Those who lifted the man and the woman onto pedestals of idol worship, saw only the lie. That for their quests as champions of freedom, he valued skin and nation above all else and she valued sex and gender above all else.

Thereupon, hordes after, raised flags of skin and nation and flags of sex and gender, in their names. To praise. To glorify. To testify. For how better to revere their memories, their lives, their advocacies... than to honor their legacies of truth telling with tributes of flags raised to skin and nation and sex and gender?

Oh the irony.

For their truths, their constants were never skin nor nation nor sex nor gender.

Their truths were equality, whereupon equality achieved, skin and nation and sex and gender, isms one and isms all, would be rendered powerless abreast the brave new frontier they heralded as prophets and progenitors.

Yet, those who revered the legacies of the man and those who revered the legacies of the woman... also rewrote them... to tell new stories... until the new stories told new truths... that adhered to new laws, written in steadfast minds, validated by virtuous souls, and imbued fervor by passionate hearts...

Thus freedom devolved into mind blindness, that made invisible, mind chains of enslavement to skin and nation above all else and sex and gender above all else...  and this devolved into the brave new frontier of freedom...

Long ago and far in the future and now, all at once.

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Throughout time, there have been, there will be, there are... many prophets and progenitors of brave new frontiers of freedom...

Throughout time, there have been, there will be, there are... brave new frontiers, lands of enslaved who evolve mind blindness, that make invisible, mind chains...

Though time has a habit of running backwards and falling forwards and circling back onto itself until time is today and yesterday and tomorrow, all at once...

Through it all, the truth remains the constant.

- a m

Note 

Joseph Conrad The Heart of Darkness (@ Project Gutenberg (html, no images), @ wiki)

Johnny Nash 'I Can See Clearly Now' (@ YouTube, @ wiki)