I'm Not the Receptor
I'm the watch, the restaurant, the car, the girl, the house, the holiday. Not evidence of them, not their description. I'm shopping, office politics, reciprocal imagery; the illusion of status.
There's no paradox. There's no parlance for sanctuary, like: 'buy here'. The given order provides. There is no non-compliance. There's nothing to rail against.
The given order: liberty redefined to suit the cult of pro and/or anti; the cult of action.
Pleased with a Zen-like, non-partisan, non-receptor stance, gliding across the everlasting, benevolent, cobalt night sky with a beautiful thought: I'm not the receptor.