Thursday, August 27, 2026
When faced with a dilemma, we say, “I’ve got some thinking to do!” As if thinking is going to do anything. Hands do. Movement does.
Thinking does it, alright! When thinking is the dilemma, how can thinking un-dilemma-ize itself? That’s called “coming unglued”—trying to solve what is already bound together and perfectly orchestrated without encumbrance.
We often find ourselves stuck between a rock and a hard place. That’s not a bad place to be; it means you’re always here—between the immovable object and the ongoing force. If you were truly in a stalemate, you’d stop the world. Are you capable of that?
Both stalemating entities are synonymous waves of truth. You are the antonym that binds them together as they move like two sides of a snake. It’s the interval between notes that helps us see difference. Perhaps you’re not in a bind, but bound to the interval. Bound to play. Bound to be free.
This circular talk gets you nowhere, except now here—the space between rock and said hard place. Where are you going? What are you moving? Where are you coming from? Still the space, the pivot, the tie that binds positive and negative—bound and charged to move.
If you’ve got some thinking to do, you’ve got more dilemma to endure. You are desperately trying to get out of moving. Isn’t this double bind clever?
The very thing we think will aid us is sickening us. The very thing we chase isn’t running. The thing from which we run isn’t chasing. We’re in that space, that nook of rock and hard place. And it expands, yielding to whatever direction we wish, like vegetation growing in the cracks of “immovable,” pavement.
Safe and bound. In a perpetual state of escapement. If you’ve got some thinking to do, why badger yourself with such stricture? Wiggle free.
Even while you spin your wheels thinking, you move on anyway.
Might as well finally get with it and dance in the margin and the “tide” that binds.