This Is A Dangerous Place

So here I am:  Siting in the Coffee Exchange on Wickenden St., in Providence, RI.  The renown Coffee Exchange... that bastion of intellectual discourse, political parlance, artsy preoccupation.  A veritable soup of  collective highbrow influence and rent-inspired ambition, populated by university students and poets, philosopher/carpenters and retired activists... all the Sincere, the potentially disenfranchised of society gathered together, to coalesce, to riff on each others' imposing energy.

There's more gas and potential in this low-simmering stockpot of a room than in an Air Force hangar full of Stealth B2 Bombers... a small but potent revelation considering the visual:  Shit... looking around me, I surmise presumptuously that I could likely kick anyone's ass in the place:  Wispy academics browsing laptop computers to the murmur of sensitive conversation (accompanied by thoughtful cocks of the head, eyebrows in that receptive, 'up' position); it's the second or third meekest place in all the earth, upon a first glossing-over.

But- no... after a settling into my cluttered niche in the local society and segueing easily into a mild coffee-buzz, I realize I'm sitting in the midst of a roomful of lively ideas- this is a dangerous place!! 

It's the kind of safe-haven for ideas that grow into powerful, tsunami-like movements-- that move people to move societies to crumble establishments and topple empires... it's a nursery full of Bright New Paradigms, where energy gathers and rumbles, yearning to blossom mercilessly upward; a locus of devastating, spontaneous transcendent evolution even through the very fabric of space-time-- borne of an energy that is hopeful of all things, believing in an infinite scope of possibilities; a thrumming battery of potential-and-pure dynamic, apocalyptic, psychic and spiritual energy, encouraging the whole of humanity to a new level of mind-blowing super-consciousness-- a new realm of awakeness!! ...that threatens to change our very perception of all things in one fell swoop of catastrophic, super-inspiration...

...then again, maybe it's just the coffee... 

-Dr. Roger Vaughan JR