In a Refrain By Sean Ripple www.flickr.com/photos/flatlife What makes itself known in a refrain is not understanding, but is felt. As these words stream, I recognize a similar process in action. To be unbound and live practically. To not need knowledge of hierarchical positioning. To sing as amongst a flock of birds. Idealism is an ignorant fellow, unaware of such things as tetrahedrons (a solid figure with four triangular faces). Idealism endangers sentiment by not equipping it with the same sense evident in cold hard geometric abstraction. Is this because sentimentalism is not meant to be a prolonged experiential state? As drunkenly blissful as it might be to exit the concrete realm of existence through a runway of tender feeling, it is too spiritual an application for the everyday. This is not to say it has no place. This is to say live unbound but practically. Seek weight to contrast your weightlessness. And if a blueprint of spiritual significance comes into your care...be careful with it.