Twice in the feeding sea, grown
Stale of Adam's brine until, vision
Of new man strength, I seek the sun.
LUCID IS THE DREAM
But the elites and predators of our world are always seeking to destabilize this connection to our destinies and sense of efficacy, by constantly filling our minds with fear and lust and other primally-calibrated distractions. But there is more than just this elite agenda of endless control. We must not factor ourselves out of the equation, as manipulated and oppressed as we may be. We still have agency. Our presence necessitates a greater mystery, for those with eyes truly open. Both the inner and outer worlds are truly magical places filled with wonders as well as dangers, and light as well as darkness. It is put upon us as perceiving sentient beings to give these worlds shape and texture, to craft and work them into something worthy of human culture – to create a synergy of intellect and imagination that betters us individually and collectively. This is the essence of lucidity, isn’t it?