Security is a dangerous thing.
It is a dance with death:
a journey into desert lands to find rumoured treasure.
But it is illusive; floating like a mirage,
leading you on into nothingness.
Because the more one constantly chases security,
the less one lives in the process,
and the less effective any real security can ultimately be.
Those with the most security have the least life to protect;
and those with the most life have the greater need for security.
But there is no middle way.
Security prevents life; it corrupts it
– it seals it away.
Security can be bulky steel locks.
An electric fence perimeter.
An avoidance of others’ opinions.
A decision to not visit somewhere.
A double-barrel shotgun under the bed.
Security can also be hatred.
It can be found in treachery and ignorance.
Racism. Fascism. Sexism.
Security is a state of mind;
putting up bars between the psyche and the world;
an immovable rock between the eyes,
hiding any inconvenient penetrating truths.
Show me the most secure people in the world and I
will show you the poorness of banality and fear.
Show me the least secure people in the world and I
will show you the riches of fire and soul.