The Still Point - Jayne Gumpel

[Lawrence Robinson]

The Still Point (In a World on Fire)

Ah yes~
there it is again.
The itch.
The pull.
The mind spiraling through headlines,
court rulings, bombed cities,
lies repeated until they sound like weather.
Pleasure still arrives- absurdly,
like a guest with wine.
Pain arrives louder now, 
pounding on the door
with the names of the dead,
the stripped rights,
the casual cruelty dressed up as policy.
And you?
you keep answering as if it’s all your fault,
as if your nervous system were designed
to carry the weight of an empire.
But what if this is not your personal failure?
What if the chaos—
the corruption,
the grinding wars,
the selling of human life as collateral damage—
is weather moving through a collective consciousness
that has forgotten how to pause?
You are not the storm.
You are not the algorithm.
You are not the outrage machine that feeds on your exhaustion.
You are the stillness that can see clearly without going numb.
This, my friend, is equanimity.
Not indifference.
Not neutrality.
Not “both sides.”
Not looking away while people are erased, bombed, caged, or dismissed as acceptable losses.
Equanimity is staying present without letting rage hijack your capacity to act wisely.
It’s not that you stop caring—
you care fiercely.
But without surrendering your discernment to the machinery of despair.
You grieve the children.
You name the lies.
You refuse to normalize
what should never be normalized.
And you do it without letting hatred turn you into the very thing you oppose.
You love justice
without demanding certainty.
You speak
without hardening your heart.
You resist
without losing your soul.
Reality does not need your approval~
but it does require your presence.
And presence is not passive.
When you stop fighting the moment,
you don’t withdraw from the world—
you stand more firmly inside it.
Grounded.
Clear.
Unseduced by spectacle.
The secret is not disengagement.
It is regulation.
Sit.
Breathe.
Feel your feet on the ground while the world shakes.
And when your mind lunges like a dog at every siren,
every breaking alert,
every manufactured outrage:
pause.
Equanimity is not a prize.
It is the inner architecture that allows you to stay awake,
stay human,
and keep choosing how to respond in a world that profits from your collapse.

	- Jayne Gumpel
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