We must insist on utopias.
We must insist on seeing, tasting, feeling, being life-affirming futures.
We must insist on utopias until we are drenched in liberatory realities. Until every corner of our consciousness is glistening, refracting, splashing vibrant utopic possibilities across our collective imagination.
We must make a place for utopia: A home on the horizon.
Through our conviction, we must draw the horizon to shore.
We must make rooms in our collective consciousness, our discourses, our superhero-scale tales, for a multitude of utopias to live into.
We must note — and feel — the absence of utopic possibilities.
We must understand utopia as an atrophied muscle in the collective consciousness. We must understand dystopia as a distraction from the essential work of visionary worldbuilding.
We must remember that no place is known until we make it so.
Through wandering and witnessing, we find bearings.
If utopia is no-place, we must practice place-making within consciousness.
Art is the work of shaping consciousness — that of the artist’s, and the heart receiving the art. Collective consciousness in turn shapes material reality. When we articulate utopic vision across mediums, dimensions, and locales, the collective consciousness is primed to create life-affirming material realities.
We must insist upon utopia in the plural.
We must explore and expound upon utopias in a chorus of ever-evolving possibilities. From every angle and perspective, we must insist upon utopia until it reverberates: Through different body-temples and innerscapes, across lineages and languages, in contemporary cosmologies and ancestories.
Suspend disbelief. Insist on utopias now.