Reflective Direction
The concepts and notions woven into every mother tongue are potent symbols on reality’s dashboard—vividly reflecting each unique culture, community, and society—some newly rising from growing pains, others rooted in ancient traditions.
Ethical threads are woven into the communicative tools of the mother tongue, mirroring the evolved status of each society.
The Japanese, for instance, embrace a timeless rite—hansei kai (反省会)—woven seamlessly into everyday life.
Across their society, reflection merges with kaizen—born from reflection—deep within the Japanese soul.
Recall that kaizen is Japan’s dance of ceaseless refinement—a path for the watchful to ascend the hierarchical ladder in that subtle, enigmatic Japanese way.
To fathom human nature is to gaze upon one’s soul, and the quest for enlightenment always begins within—under Seity’s sway lies your solace, so embrace the day.
Reflected back is the harvest of the daily routine—what you feed your body and keeping the mind clean and free from the demons of the past and future, which creates presence disease.
When one plunges into the full spectrum of the reflection abyss, the mind reels beneath a shrill, jarring din—surging from all sides, tainting the harmonic vibrations of quantum field realities.
A dissonant symphony cranks out songs of sorrow, despair, and grief on infinite repeat—the broken record of the past skipping endlessly in a dead-end trajectory.
Unless, of course, reflection unveils the truth residing within—a truth all must face to begin crossing the chasm.
A gauntlet of yesterday, reframed into a game within a ride—swallow your pride, yesterday died, and in the immortal words of the sound molecule manipulator M5—what did you do today?
Reflecting on the past is useful for course correction and can serve as a reference point for maintaining balance across the four quadrants of holistic existence—physical, emotional, mental, spiritual.
Engage with this wisdom to fortify the present and its roots—for to ruminate is to destroy the only precious thing—the ephemeral, fleeting moments of existence—what it means to be alive.
The future is accessible to those who understand Daily Natto, Onozuto-Time Will Tell, and Start From the Beginning Again—three critical protocols that fuel the fire to go beyond the next bend.
Indeed, the future of good fortune is for all to visualize and mentate into material reality—regardless of the hyper-chipper Ms. Doris Day singing Que Sera Sera while giving her agency away.
It is now widely known that the future is shaped by visualizing your future self in superposition—collapsing waves into being—a quantum game we all play—willingly or unwittingly—which is the actual plot of this phantasmagorical game.
Elevating the ancient Japanese protocol of hansei kai—反省会—to an esteemed position—riding the phantasmagoric wave into superposition—marks this scene’s theme, creation of Civilization Three.
Reflection provides direction—not only from the past but extending into future dimensions—a sublime design where ego is refined amid a myriad of merging minds.
There, your true self you will find—if you only dare to draw back the blinds.
Exploring the nooks and crannies of the real and surreal reveals life as a continuous journey—a naked truth of existence—where all life is formed from a sequence of focused mentations, eventually collapsing into material reality, however strange that spooky action from a distance may seem.