Friday, July 26, 2019

A vision slowly forming; a new appraisal of collective bargaining? Part one.

So if you were up in the air, a few hundred feet would do and hopefully gliding, engines off, as that's be a bit more serene, we'd see what amounts to a Koru with all kinds of fractal stuff around it, lot's of little branchings with leaves forming. Quite sort of straight and hard edged, the buildings and lines, at the beginning, the root, of where the Koru meets the road in but as it progresses, swings in on itself, it all gets much more organic, edges less defined and nature meeting the works of us creating shelter and perspectives back out and into the natural world.
Then the view changes and you're entering from the road and it all looks kinda normal; there's curbings of concrete and asphalts to drive on, the buildings have windows with aluminium frames and there are signs like we're used to. But as we move in, and incidentally more people seem to be moving about, going here and there, the edges get more rounded, the asphalt makes way for compressed rubble and broken rock, the planting become more haphazard and even inclined to a certain optimism.
So, as it all seems busy but somehow easy, we sit down under some shade and wonder what's going on here.
The buildings right out front, the two opposite each other on each side of the road, one was emblazoned, all stern, Detention centre yet on the other side didn't have a name so much as a slogan written around it's footing "Consider yourself to reign safely when you rule willing subjects. For the unwilling subject rebels when they have the opportunity. But they who are ruled by the bonds of goodwill are firm in their obedience to their ruler" (Agapetus)
And what are these two buildings which somehow seem at odds, but, at the same time, are questioning each other?
On the one side, the Detention Centre, seems to be about prisoners, people who have broken the law, and yet it doesn't quite have all the accoutrements expected; yes there are fences, but no barbed wire, and yes their seem to be guards but they don't look so different from those who might be convicted of wrong... it seems both lazier and yet more trusting.
Wandering up to the building we find a notice, okay, and the headline is 'Statement of intent' which reads.
Our responsibility as citizens is to enable those whom have found our disfavour the wherewithal to understand what our favour is; therein we acknowledge that what we have defined as our favour isn't wide enough or inclusive enough and has, by our own ignorance, allowed these, granted disfavour by law, the opportunity, shared with us, to understand, and have the time to explore, what favour they might find to add to ours.
So, and looking around, it seems that these people, found guilty in some way, are given longer leashes. stretchy even, and not locked away behind such obvious boundaries... the boundaries are being discovered for what they might actually represent.
And too, across the road, and opposite, it feels like what leadership actually is, how it can work, is being tested. It looks as if, even at the front desk, the barriers are down and those whom sit behind them seem to have something about them that they are used to far more important public roles... and it's even written there on the name plates, him what asked 'how can we help?' was a district court Judge... how does that work? Yet too, given what seems lax, we could just walk right by this desk and go down to the windows facing the sea and the sun, it seems somehow that that is where 'normal is'. But inbetween we walk through what seems museumish, mausoleumish, busts, in various styles, carving and sculptures, and around and about them sayings and proverbs which all revolve around what leadership is... or has been anyways.

Okay, seems enough for now but what is it? Where is it and what purpose might it all serve... I basically don't know the full story myself, visions tend to be like that, you have to trust them and ride that wild horse.
Drawings now, well soon... they'll help with perspective and as in doing such as that, possibly reveal the next few steps.
There's one bit though I'm looking forward too, it's the view north and out over the harbour, and it's these quite preposterously huge sculptures, like totem poles, that are so big that they throw shadows across the whole thing. They are the line where the past meets the present... they can't help us feel small, but proud too, and beyond them, down to the shore, are the old bones and the memories and the rock gardens finding themselves again... left in peace to be what they always were.

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