@justtracyjustcause: THEY BASQUED IN THEIR OWN SUNSHINE People ask me what I like about people. My answer? Their contradictions amuse me—and widen the picture. Especially when they accuse me of changing, as though change were a character flaw. Trust me, it isn’t. Some should try it immediately. Just saying. 😇 They changed too—especially when I stopped standing where they had placed me. While I kept climbing, questioning and becoming, they Basqued in the glory of their own sunshine—painting themselves into the centre of every picture, framing it as truth and expecting the rest of us to admire the exhibition. 👑 But self-admiration is not enlightenment. And standing in your own light does not make you the sun. So yes, I changed. I learned. I grew up. I matured. I developed discernment. I learned when to plant, when to grow, when to harvest—and when to give back. The lesson? We do not grow by repeating mistakes. We grow by understanding them, accepting responsibility and applying what they taught us. I did not abandon myself. I became more myself. If my growth makes me unfamiliar to you, perhaps you knew only the version of me you constructed. That version served your purpose. It was never the whole of me. I changed. And I am grateful I did. They wrote me a role. I wrote myself a world. THE MORAL The world may be a stage—but no audience owns the actor. John Lennon and Karl Marx asked me to IMAGINE a world without Masters or Slaves, Gods or Monsters, War or Chaos—just a world of love, hope and peace. So, like Columbus and my ancestors, I followed the light of the sun into a Brave New World. I drew my sword and named it Excalibur. I am Bound for Glory. But if you intend to follow me, you will have to read the map. Begin with Paul Simon’s ways to leave your lover. Go Half a World Away. Turn in the direction Johnny Horton took to Alaska. Enter Orwell’s Room 101. Get caught in Heller’s Catch-22. Leave Shakespeare’s Seven Ages of Man behind. Then sail toward whatever waits west of Westeros. Somewhere on This Side of Paradise— beyond East of Eden— you may find me. Not Sin City. Not Vegas. Not the Devil’s Playground. And if you’re going to San Francisco, wear your flower with flair. DAHLIWOOD 😇—not Holyrood, kids. Big Bar Hair and Cowboy Boots. The Heart of Country and Mountain Music. I made my own sun and followed its light in search of a little piece of peace to call HOME. If you cannot read the map, you are not meant to make the journey. The road Home is hidden in plain sight. Those who understand the resonances will know the way. The rest were never following me. They were only following my coordinates. Onward. Upward. Homeward Bound Always. RESONANCES * William Shakespeare — As You Like It and “The Seven Ages of Man” * Erving Goffman — Asylums and The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life * John Lennon — “Imagine” * Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels — The Communist Manifesto * Aldous Huxley — Brave New World * Ernest Hemingway — The Sun Also Rises * Woody Guthrie — Bound for Glory * George Orwell — Nineteen Eighty-Four * Joseph Heller — Catch-22 * George R. R. Martin — A Song of Ice and Fire * F. Scott Fitzgerald — This Side of Paradise * John Steinbeck — East of Eden * Paul Simon — “50 Ways to Leave Your Lover” * R.E.M. — “Half a World Away” * Johnny Horton — “North to Alaska” * Garth Brooks — “We Shall Be Free,” “Against the Grain” and “A New Way to Fly” * Scott McKenzie — “San Francisco” * Simon & Garfunkel — “Homeward Bound” * Maya Angelou — “Still I Rise” and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings Have you pieced me together yet, kids? Here’s a hint: The whole is more than—and something other than—the sum of its parts. A synthesis after Aristotle, Émile Durkheim and Kurt Koffka. Under One Sky — HOME Truth • Responsibility • Consent • Always Just Tracy, Just ’Cause Parsimony • Clarity • Virtue FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES © 2026 Tracy Peressini ⚖️🦉🪽⚜️ #Love #truth #life #Home #peace

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