What is logic? Isn't it a sickness we create? Useful for certain things, but not paramount in helping us be & share & change. Angels are rising in spirit places, helping us through & set against a back-drop of deaths, tortures, imprisonments, AIDS, big religious right-wing power control grabs, unroyal families, increasing poverty & the growing under class. Hierarchical constructs, elected or not, try to dislodge, shifting icons are dissolving & there is a nostalgia for what never was.
But we are not collapsing under others' controlling: Our selves are infinitely dispersing. There is no palace and we are already inside it. There is much to celebrate. We board, fly & land & through the miracles of being, loving, needing & the wonders of language, though even the pilot is missing.