“The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.”
--C.S. Lewis, essayist
Everything viable and right with our passing time is grounded deep in practice. Nothing is ever final nor will anything worth doing be set in stagnant motion. Only when the actual process of matter becomes beaten to death does it truly transform. This speaks very true with how our culture is sung today. Why succumb to the toils of old rules, when we can make new ones? Why practice dead art when we can practice living art?
Process: Getting from one point to another is a matter of process. Whether or not these steps taken function with a uniformed ending is another story. It’s those qualities in cohesive action that MAKE the act of DOING such an experimental adventure. Take for instance the act of starting your day. Everything from turning off the alarm clock to leaving the house is set in time-based motion. In many cases, routine or realms like it, follow an almost strict time constraint. There is no time for experimentation because in the end, the outcome will be completely face lifted. In the context of this manifesto, we encourage experimentation. Fuck shit up.
Practice: Honing in on specific traits and actions is practice. Exploring each crevasse and notion is essential in developing absolute understanding. This takes practice and some cases, a lot of it. The deeper you dive, the stronger your understanding will be. The harder you experience, the livelier your experiences will be.
Party: This is self explanatory. Relaying with the idea that this life is merely meant to destroy, the rebellion of non-phasing is crucial in maintaining a healthy heart, mind, and soul.
The chapters in regenerative living are plenty. Our make-believe biographers can contest that our lives are nothing more than spinning webs of lefts and rights. Getting from one point to another can happen almost instantly, yet in some cases may take several years. Our chapters are not set in standard focus as far length is concerned. One chapter may be 2 pages while another may be a 1000. How many downward spirals inhibit our day to days? Too many to count sometimes. Too few to really remember.
