Unique. Latin “unus” meaning “one” plus “quid est” meaning “what is.” So literally “one that is.” Figuratively, the One that is the only One like the One.
We say everyone is unique. This is a lovely thought, but the simplest observation will reveal that while everyone looks slightly different from each other, our actions and ideas rarely measure up to our outer presentation. Still, it feels so intrinsically right to assert that every single goddamn one of us occupies an individual birthright within the human species. More than a de facto special aura, I believe we come laden with the potential for this growth, but as Jung would say it is our duty to incarnate either our “demons” or our “angels” (ha! or both!). This process of choice paired with peak experience (emotional, spiritual, intellectual) leads us to implement different patterns into our waking reality. Jung called it “individuation,” or walking the path to unique.
A poem on this.
Rumble Top
i like to tell myself i’m unique,
but are you really until you individuate on mountain’s peak?
i’ve been trying all the practices sleek, arisen because aquarius wants to teach.
enki extends a hand and river of much, to start just touch.
but to tell delusion from truth is a struggle uncouth
and i’ve lost in fight more than a tooth.
i’ve whored, bored, beached and shored,
floored and soared, clorred, moored, and stored,
cored, lored, and implored.
all in the name of centering withing sacred
four humors and directions.
sometimes, i can’t hide my metaphysical erection
for all that is beyond reflection in this small galactic section.
seriously,
i need more genuflection before i call myself one of a kind
beyond the fantasies of a desperate mind.
desperate to
heal and feel,
repeal laws and break slaver claws
to remove that ancient seal
share with all perfection for real,
in the flesh!
no, i’m not just high from the last smoke sesh.
mary jane is cool but she’s a gate to smash
and this mask has more class than to continually draw an ass
like a veil. let us lift the sail;
discover who am i
beyond male and female, race,
dreams of space, pleasure or leisures,
nation, personal damnation,
relations, ethnicity,
or even wondrous synchronicity.
when you feel pulled down the mask,
look inside and just ask,
who am i?
there sits the horus eye.
F –
L –
and a little bit of Y.
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