It takes a minute, and sometimes that minute is indeed years or even decades, but eventually something just “clicks” and one realizes how it all connects and it really is a system; otherwise, the “system” may sound, to those who have not come to such a realization, like a fiction.
The reality is it is simply the term applied to that which is indeed a system of patterns reflective of hierarchy maintained in various forms, whose genealogy can at least be traced in the United States as far back as chattel slavery. But how it “clicks” depends on how the person learns.
Each of us learns in our own special way, and I think that is one of the most undervalued facts about human cognition. We are overall not all that different, and thus the “click” is not a matter of intelligence, though maybe some knowledge and experience, but mostly passion.
Each of us finds ourself drawn to something whereof we delight in learning about it for whatever reason, and by way of this passion we come to relate other aspects of our life to this passion, by which we come to imagine and have a passion for the whole world, ergo imagination.
I think we would do well to remind those who are ever in doubt of their potential to never despair. The world is a big place, and there are infinitely more ideas, thus one must be patient to find that idea which opens the door to the rest of the world, as eloquently as key and lock, and when one does so…
There is no greater feeling.
Thereof its relation to hierarchy, as it were, this becomes obscured and distorted by the hierarchical system of objectification whereby human value is perverted and the beauty of life denied—that feeling made ever more distant and inaccessible.
We must therefore fight against this and reclaim that which the Ancestors had realized, for if ever there can be said to be the “good”, it is in recognizing the beauty of the universe as intended, not entirely unlike that which Carl Sagan once said:
“We are a way for the Cosmos to know itself.”
For anytime a single life is denied this knowledge—this beauty—it is a life wasted, and that waste falls not upon the life itself but upon society, whose moral failure it was for not having allowed a life to recognize such beauty.
Wherefore do you think we are here? For what other purpose could surpass that which is to recognize the universe from the perspective with which we have been blessed?