Comfort Resists Change (cont'd)

I must give credit where credit is due.

In my “New Moment’s” blog, I talked a little bit about ‘comfort resists change’ (even when comfort is misery).

This was a concept that was introduced to me thru a character’s monologue that Adam had written some four years ago. Herein is a snippet from said piece:

I was told to report what I saw. That’s what I’ve done. And I continue to report what I see, exactly as I see it. Call me a manipulated puppet, molded to express the concerns of a rebel voice, but I’m no marionette. I know Truth when it slaps my cheek.

We now sit at the lip of change. Evolution continues. Never stops. We must evolve. Will evolve.

The human race is infantile as a species, a toddler at best. Earth, our terrestrial mother, must decide where to cut the cord. We were born with enough fat to survive, but now will grow, consequently shedding surplus.

We get comfortable nursing from Earth, but Mother wishes to wean us from her breast. And we’re learning to walk.

The comfort resists change. The comfort resists progression. The comfort can be desperately persuasive. Some of us see this. We’re cutting our teeth and becoming irritable.

The comfort has become a tumor. If we succumb to its sickness we’ll die a fattened weakling.

The comfort tumor must be removed from power of the body.

Only then will we thrive.

As you can see, I’ve been blessed with a very talented writing partner.

(In fact, if we’re getting microscopic, he’s a pretty damn good partner in about as many aspects as my mind can wrap itself around.)