Is A Strict Dress Code Policy Keeping You From Celebrating Halloween?

Halloween is certainly the only holiday worth celebrating, aside from all the candy it is a cosmic celebration.

Many workplaces will allow you to wear religious symbols, that often represent hundreds of millions of lost lives.

Very few allow you to celebrate the bounty of nature, the passage of season, and the fact that we each still have a tail bone.

All the so called facts aside, we are an animal and in broader sense, and earth organism, genetically not all that dissimilar from a little tomato.

Despite all the imaginary boarders, we all share ancestors, we are all relatives.

Tricked to believe that we are born poor and thus must work. overzealous companies optimize their profits by telling us how to dress.

What not to wear, how to think, what is right, and what is optimal for your performance.

Until you stage a proper uprising, I recommend make up, each day, a little bit heavier.

You may wish to start early in the year, but even so, before you know you will be sent to HR.

Where an older woman, will be itching, if not down right dying, to speak the following spell: “Your make up is too heavy.”

To which you must slowly reply “You are too heavy”, and appreciate that you have reached a new level of existence.

You have just taken the HEAVY responsibility, for your own appearance.

This is not a joke, most people, are born, live, and die, without making a peep.

On your fist day after the HR meeting, you must paint over the bride of your nose.

You have just begun your journey as a warrior, it is unlikely HR will see you before you walk off onto the Appalachian Trail.

You can see how revealing that is, you step onto a cradle of yourself.

Where the white blaze becomes your crucible, and by the time you return from the Pacific Crest and Continental Divide.

You will see that your Raccoon Make up, was live or die, obesity or conquest, six feet under, or the stars.

What you have been made to forget, is that each of your ancestors was a warrior, a powerful triumphant warrior.

Halloween candy, is a cover for one of your last of your chances, to return to the Quest, the walking trail that actually does make a difference.

All together the Appalachian, Pacific Crest, and Continental Divide Trails, are known as the Triple Crown of hiking.

The animal you wear, in a complexity most humans never grasp, becomes your trail name.

Each human being is meant to undertake a great quest, so that their mind can develop beyond polite servitude.

You won’t know what you animal is until your end, but you can be sure it is not polite, meek, or scared.

It is a fierce force of nature, inexhaustible, untamed, and when an occasion call for it feral and rabid.

You are not poor, you are not a servant, culture has nothing to teach you.

You will discover decency, dignity, courage, nobility, authenticity and greatness, on your Great Quest.

The only, holy thing, that has ever existed.

Gentle, nearly invisible, black liner, is your first step onto the trail.

Don't stop, grow all the way up, until you become a great being.

[Verse] June found me at the last stop, My library book still closed. The depot cut a cleaner; We did his hours and ours. The boss had called me loyal. He'd left before the rain. I missed another evening class To earn that word again.

[Chorus] I didn't come this far To disappear at work. There's more inside these hands Than what a man can purchase. Let the last bus know my name, Not the shape I wore away. I am owed a life to live, Not just another working day.

[Verse] June said, "Who chose those hours? Who gets to call them fair?" Next night we laid our time slips On an empty break-room chair. Five men had given Fridays To a promise never paid. We took our questions in together. No one called it charity.

[Chorus] I didn't come this far To disappear at work. There's more inside these hands Than what a man can purchase. Let the last bus know my name, Not the shape I wore away. I am owed a life to live, Not just another working day.

[Outro] June saw the book wide open. I stayed awake that ride. For once the thing I carried home Was something of my life.

[Verse] They moved the clock beside the gate, Beyond the changing room. "Be ready when you punch," he said. "We pay for work, not boots." I spent that winter warming pipes Before the time would count. He called those minutes nothing. They added to an hour.

[Chorus] Who sets the clock? Who calls the time? Who gets the hours They leave off mine? A number on a wall Can wear a crooked face. The work begins when work begins, Not when you say it takes place.

[Verse] Lena laid her pencil down. "Does water wait for eight? If someone has to turn that valve, Why is his time a gift?" We wrote down every early start, Compared it after tea. The clock was not a force of nature. Someone held the key.

[Chorus] Who sets the clock? Who calls the time? Who gets the hours They leave off mine? A number on a wall Can wear a crooked face. The work begins when work begins, Not when you say it takes place.

[Outro] Next morning all our names Were underneath the claim. He looked up from the clock. We didn't look away.

[Verse] Dad put the heating bill Beneath the bowl of pears. Said, "I should have worked a Sunday." He'd worked three in a row. I used to praise his stubbornness, The way he'd never stop. That night I saw what praise could hide: A man afraid to rest.

[Chorus] It wasn't your lack of trying. It wasn't a lazy bone. Someone kept moving the finish And calling the distance your own. Don't make a home for their judgment In the place your heart should be. We can read the bill together. You don't owe your shame to me.

[Verse] The extra charge was printed Where his tired eyes passed by. We asked them to explain it, Then asked a second time. He reached to put the kettle on. I said, "Sit down a while." The man who'd kept our winters warm Could have one evening off.

[Chorus] It wasn't your lack of trying. It wasn't a lazy bone. Someone kept moving the finish And calling the distance your own. Don't make a home for their judgment In the place your heart should be. We can read the bill together. You don't owe your shame to me.

[Outro] He cut the pear in halves. The room was warm enough. We left the bill uncovered. We had nothing to hide.

[Verse] My name was on the paper. I thought that made it right: The fee to make a payment, The fee for falling behind. A kid from our repair crew Sat down with me at lunch. He didn't call me foolish. He asked what each line bought.

[Chorus] My name is on the loan, But it isn't all I am. You can hold a piece of paper; You don't get to hold the man. Show me what you're charging. Let me see it in the light. My signature is not a vow To never ask you why.

[Verse] We spread it by the coffee, The figures and the dates. The longer I'd been struggling, The more the balance grew. That evening at the table I finally told my wife. The secret hadn't kept me strong; It kept me by myself.

[Chorus] My name is on the loan, But it isn't all I am. You can hold a piece of paper; You don't get to hold the man. Show me what you're charging. Let me see it in the light. My signature is not a vow To never ask you why.

[Outro] We found someone to read it with. I took the papers in. A question spoken out aloud Was where I could begin.

Don't stop, grow all the way up, until you become a great being.