What does it mean to be “OnDomin“?

The OnDomin were the people who first watched, who were first vigilant. While other people of the era attended only to their own immediate circumstances, which formed a kind of corridor along which they were driven, each to one corridor in a maze of similar corridors, the OnDomin looked up, looked out, looked beyond, looked within, looked from above, and saw.

The maze fell away. The walls melted. Their vision was intense. Their gaze was calm, patient, impersonal.

It can be said that they were the first to see the world at all. They looked beyond themselves, and they went a new way to the crowd: they were no longer simply driven along by the winds of other people’s voices, they were no longer lost in the forest of noise and opinion, but they rose: they looked from above. They looked down on the forest, in the light above the tops of the trees, and flew higher than the currents of the wind, so the distracting voices fell silent.

They were alone. They could hear. They could see. They had achieved purity.

The OnDomin vanished, and their vigilance ended. The life of their vision fell away. The world retreated, back into the noise of crowds, into the racket of war and money, the hiss of desire, the nag of habit, the addiction to the nearest point of escape from true thought. If a person doesn’t stand apart, and look carefully, what will they be? The beautiful world of the OnDomin can’t be seen by those fighting for their moment on the stage, jostling for the brightest place in the mirror.

A new gaze is required, a new people, capable of sacrifice and serious endeavour. To be OnDomin, to see the world again, for the first time, as an explorer might cross an empty desert or a sea, and find themselves, at last, after much struggle, arriving at a land without footsteps.

They will see plants and animals never seen before. Rivers, skies, mountains, plains. They will see the world as the OnDomin see it: that is, for the first time, as it is perfect, just at the very moment it comes into life, and the very moment it dies. They will see the whole, while others only see the parts. By seeing in a new way, they will build in a new way. They will begin, and not end.

Where are they, the OnDomin? Who among us will take these first steps, away from the centre, towards the edge of things, the limit of the old ideas? Turn their backs on decaying regimes, on corrupt dynasties, and relinquish stale power. Enter the more derelict parts of the city, see the poor struggling, penned in by the wealthy, their drugs tossed to them, their narcotics and spirits and toxins to stupefy and blinker, their bodies ground down by labour and by blight, by deprived sleep and by the repeated frustration of small, unrealised dreams. Perhaps it will be someone from among the poor who will rise, leave off the game of worn-out life, and walk away? Or it might be one of the wealthy, the indolent, fretful among their furnishings and perfumes and jewels, perhaps one of these people will sicken of the endless routine of sweetness, and decide upon a fresh venture, seek a new vision, above the silks and the ivory and the drowsy sound of delicious lutes? Or a person from the mercantile faction, perhaps they will lift their heads one day, and look for the first time, and listen, among the chatter of barter and the propositions, the accumulation of possessions and the calculations of loans, the persistent little snarl of profit, and find that they do not want to be here, that these things and this way of getting through have become drained of reality, and are no longer worth the waste of life?

Will anyone become OnDomin? Or will the world of the OnDomin remain undiscovered, lost, as the cities of great civilisations are overwhelmed, abandoned to jungle and the tides?

Where are they?

Where are you?

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