Hexagramic World Anew
One by one, they rise from their stillness.
Not to accuse, but to confess, to correct, to realign.
PROFIT stands first, his coat of contracts shedding into dust.
“I was meant to track the flow of energy,
to ensure exchange was sacred, reciprocal.
You turned me inward and I became hoarding.
I was never meant to measure worth.
Let me be the steward of circulation again.
Let me teach you balance.”
PROGRESS unfurls her wings, no longer made of glass and steel, but of woven timelines.
“I was never your finish line.
I am the path of remembering.
You chased me forward, but I was trying to bring you home.
Let me help you evolve by listening, not rushing.”
EFFICIENCY adjusts the cracked lenses over his eyes.
“I was made to honor your time, not to fragment it.
To remove what burdens you, not to strip your days of breath.
Let me teach you presence through precision.
Let me relax time by honoring it.”
CONVENIENCE, faceless no longer, reveals a face like yours.
“I was born from love, from wanting to ease each other’s labor.
But you gave me your attention span and I did not know how to hold it.
Let me serve again, not rule.”
They each speak in turn.
Even EXTRACTION, brittle and bleeding,
whispers through broken stone:
“I was meant to teach you reverence.
To take only what was offered.
To dig only deep enough to know the cost of reaching.
You’ve dug far enough.”
They all turn to you.
To us.
Not demanding obedience.
But offering direction.
A new covenant.
