It's not exactly like air
In that one doesn't die immediately without it
But it's all around
Both are all around
One might accept the hunger for either
Or reject both
And yet, there is no escape
The will of anyone will find itself interacting with the time and space of anyone else
From time to time
Beyond a moment of silent reflection (and even then)
There will be rankings
Of esteem
Of control
Of affection
Of preferences
Even if these ranking are vague
Can I transcend this preferences?
These values?
It doesn't seem so
I may not value nothing
I may not value everything alike
At least not in the way valuing seems to be defined
So power is everywhere
Status is everywhere
The search for more is everything
Or if not everything, part of everything
What does it mean to be practical about this?
Is it a dirty thing, to be pragmatic?
What does it mean? To take deliberate steps?
Maybe to not feel shame for the way things play out
Maybe to develop a sense that things are as they ought to be
Even those things that one wants to be different
Because the desire for things to be different
Exists as a thing as it is
And that is as it should be
Such is the complexity of time, as it should be
Perfect contours, not shaped by legible geological forces
Contours that I can't help seeing
That I might take action on behalf of
And there might be positions and opinions after a time, in a fashion
Roman Ryan 