I can Tell Everyday I get more and more confirmation that nobody knows exactly what they are doing. Mistakes are made, wrong roads taken. Confused faces fill the voids between here and tomorrow while life takes its toll.

While learning the ways of these days, and moving through a labrynth that covers the ground on which I sleep, my mind pulls up readings of the day, pieces of meaning in space-fillers, jems among the rough. It plays over
"My schooling fave me no trainging in seeing myuself as an oppressor, as an unfairly advantaged person, or as a participant in a damaged culture. I was taught to see myself as an individual whose moral state depended on her individual moral will."
~White Priveledge

Further down the road into my sleep, my cognitive sense begins to flee and I wrestle over a ball of sheets that found its way between my arms and core. A large, unmoving breath in brings with it more words, this time out of a boring text book...

"There is a basic connection between out prior knowledge, needs, motivations, and expectations about how the world is put together and the way we percieve it. Our view of the world is very much a function, then, of fundamental osychological factors. Furthermore, each person percieves the environment in a way that is unique and special-a fact that allows each of us to make out own special contribution to the world"
~Unstanding Psychology

About to become beyond the world of this and fading into the next, I get a jolt of realization: This is where I am. No one can see it the same as me, no one can take it from me. No one has my priveledge, no one has my pain. So I need to take my napsack, take my view, take my soul and put it somewhere of use. Because here in this bed it's doing nothing....

I have to go dance now.  ¶ 8:36 AM