EACH MASON A NARRATIVE

You may like to think of personality being the measure of a persons curiousity. Bleak to consider what this expresses about the generally uninspired effort that causes so much division in a lodge, nevertheless an undeniable truth.  Symbols unannounced. Unrequited are those hopes that we had about you and me, being allowed the company of the better person of character, who has overcome any shred of self-consciousness to persue the arts and sciences. Not the stuffy excuses but the individuality of your thinking.  Which poet attracts? What poem inspires?  Each degree probed,until the alchemists are disturbed. Sharing the joy of refined sociability,not the forced reverence of a tourist group of short sighted viewers standing impatiently in the L'ouvre to check off the next box in their scripted little lives.  Where and when did we abandon our legacy, keeping our constitution wrapped tightly in a pocket declaring nothing more than materialism.  I have a copy of the work, I wear the regalia, I am untasked by purpose and therefore I am a mason.  Except for the talentless tangle of egos on display, thinkers and doubters are kept isolated.  If ritual awakens the epicurean, the sceptic or even a stoic, we can stifle that grown in the bud. Equality, fraternity, liberty made meaningless is the truest expression of mediocrity we are likely to ever find. With all the callousness boyhood can muster, we have tried and failed to insure education takes a back seat to pride and ambition.  Failed because the brotherhood has never stopped searching, never stopped communicating and are realizing the mistake perpetrated on us all- that masonic education requires passivity and compliance.  The bubble of thought has once again burst revealing so many notions weighing in on the me-generations self-made ethics and validation by group conspiracy.