My Queens,
To know a body is to have a feeling at all its functions,
To understand a mind is to observe systemic features.
Systos is the knowable, what is obviously seen and calculable within a civilization. It's the long arc of history that followed after the relative historical-archeological abyss of the ice age peoples. It's the where, when, how, and why of everyday dweller's lives. The rhythm of materiality. It's the ‘bright light’ we ascribe to live like, expressed in our lifestyle imagery, shared across a community. It's the star-gazing stone circle on a hill that attracts socializing festivals. It's the mechanisms and codes that can be postulated into particularity. Tools, houses, poetry, laws, and bones. Lifespans, health, and cultural milieu. Religion, artistry, and fashion. It's the collection of offerings and taxes, trade, and markets - the growing wealth of a civilization body - the living, breathing realms of everyday people.
There are 7 major aspects to the production and reproduction of a Systos. These are functions or ‘energy pools’ of a civilization body. I will try explain each of these as it relates to this moment and our current situation, offering this simpletons vision to you, my brawny Queens.
Undoubtedly, I will be altering these dialogues in the future, as it seems this webpage is full of living words, which may not stop churning till I'm dead. And as my foolish simplicity seems to operate best, I present to you, my total mess. No doubt time will find many flaws within its thinking. But alas, time is also against us, and perfection is a truth for the decades of peace. And currently, the cruelest have gone to war, the people are beleaguered and revolutionary, the earthen systems are turning against us - and that damn banker thinks he's the flashiest thang. We are besieged from all sides! We must shore up strength and support at home, looking inward first, to know how to behave outwardly - for who will we be unto this world, if we know not how to care for the least of these here?
We’ll start with building our civilization body,
Then get into the shadowy depths of mind.
Where’d my Queen go?
Is she out in the woods taking family photos,
Singing with the birds and looking at farmlands?
I was looking for an honest hero of democracy,
Fighting fiercely with unfair broadcaster’s blabber,
Taking intense questions with outsider lefty media,
Not a kind player of an angling gilded aristocracy,
Nor a white-donning saint full of her own glory.
That southern queen got a shoo-in, and gave great face, but ultimately lacked vision,
But she did hold back a title wave that would've overwhelmed an entire government,
But you're gonna have to fight for your place, there are no freebies in the cold north,
Well, unless you’re a prince’s smiling banker warming others with golden money lines,
Finding sacred spaces to smile with grey hairs, and never talking with hardball media.
But you won’t get there playing nice,
This aristocracy has knives for you Queen,
From my view, it looks like they’ve abandoned you,
The media shuns or only talks of you as a prince’s sidekick,
And your party stopped dancing with your stabilizing beat.
But, to be honest, I was never hoping you’d win them over,
They’re spoiled children looking for a superman to save them,
They’re a pack of dogs trailing behind their leader’s ass smells,
They’re takers, not givers, for they lack beating soulful hearts,
It's cause they long for the undeserved glory of golden crowns.
But true crowns, those that last in history, are gifted by the people,
When a leader speaks honest truths to a moment, not just of power.
But my journey, my path in this narrative,
Is of John baptizing leaders into the stream,
And of Paul writing to an empire's future dream.
For the cosmos has called to me,
And I have anointed you to lead,
And people’s power can be given,
When we do the ethical things.
This is your legacy of work here,
So will you dramatically progress it,
Or doubt the direction it was going?
Cause a haunting and unhappy prince is so bitter,
And that damn banker thinks he can do it better,
And a snooty family of liberals got glitzy-eyed fast!
Yet, people have been searching for a working-class hero,
That title which is also known as an aristocratic class traitor,
A player of fat fascists, and redistributor of oligarchic riches.
Someone who sees the path forward is to keep aligning with the left,
Someone aware those aristocratic minds are dumb for a centrist fable,
Someone understanding the Pluto’s are madly dashing in far-out orbit,
So much so, that the people are desperately turning to fascism’s song.
And so I say, dramatic reform is needed before the stupidest fascist revolution takes us!
But will your campaign only respond to the brutal and bully players around you? All the while ignoring the punch a gilded aristocracy needs - that high-minded gang who've been ignoring the poor and working classes. Those obsessing over the shifty middle classes darting for fast gain, using their fading fable to give credence to the uppers and oligarchic forces. I mean, how do you build a middle class unless you focus on the poorest? Is that not where the expansion comes from?
I don’t know, maybe your vibes have been off my Queen…
But I’m not blaming only you, it’s all you ‘classy’ upper people.
So where's your visionary program at? Cause I only see a scatter of news clippings. Of course, that's better than a banker's empty page, which seems to mirror its rather empty head, smiling upon disaster with such greedy optimism. But I thought after so many years running the government, you’d have a massive bucket list you’d want to achieve. Or have we reached the end of time and only tweaking a system seems divine? Maybe it’s that you only know how to count coin? Rubbing a triple-A like a trophy, or a balanced budget like an eternal concept. Your good finances these years have not been so good for me - I'm a broke fool from this economic rule!
Still, while I can be easily aware and critical of your flaws - for they are all out in the open - I worry far more about that precious banker of those unhappy princes. Roaming the high halls of heaven but never representing any real people. Ordaining numbers as a market gambler from the shadowy palaces of central bankers. You know who I speak of. That gollum smile brought in to thieve the poor and bring us to a holy war of hell - much like that shadow of death did in the south - the strongest economy ever given to a dumb fascist to crash! But still, I'm sure all the bit-coin bros will get in line for a banker on an adventure for a golden ring. But it's a dangerous business, one step out the door, and those greedy dwarves will be there with a wizard to slay that dragon! Some folk are a living fantasy, I know cause that was me a decade ago.
But what we really need is a vision focused on common people, not our worst enemies,
For we give power to them when we offer nothing but reaction to their many schemes,
That’s how they entangle us in fear, and thus, how we give our will to their corruption.
But it’s ok, I know it's hard to see clear from your high vantage point,
So I’ve got a fourteen-point program for you to elaborate chipperly on,
I know you bureaucrats love presentations, so maybe I can make it venn,
You just have to fill in the details, sign your name, then fight like hell. Easy.
Don’t worry, I’m with you Queen, but are you willing to be honest instead of kind,
Are you willing to use a bully pulpit and stir, letting those closest get into the tangle,
Are you willing to throw some punches at former friends, and be a people’s hero?
I just don’t want you wandering lost in that wayward desert of a gilded aristocracy,
Just like it's not good for me to get into full-on tizzies with egg-head media slingers.
And I know all the pieces are out there, but they’re scattered all over the place,
And everyday people need something to see, a vision including them wholesomely,
It can’t be overly complex, or endlessly detailed, but it must relay what we aim to be.
I was going to make this a long drawn out sci-fi,
And I’ll likely add a lot of changes in the future,
But we only got a few weeks on the clock,
So get fired up, and let's see what you got,
I’ll run with you, if you jog it a fair shot!
So here today I introduce,
An odd-ball hermits proposal,
Of a leap forward for people,
During a nationally tight bind.
A simpleton's shock-doctrine,
Here now being presented as:
“The seven functions of Systos,
And seven features of Cela.”
It was only by chance,
I become a gardener.
For most of my being,
I had never been here.
I was seen as a simple fool.
But who are the real fools?
The intelligent who need a fool,
Or one who exists quiet simply?