When you read this word, you think; power over people. Even the dictionary defines it as such. When I think of the word dominance, and its siblings, control, power, authority…I eliminate people and think “power over oneself.”
Absolute discipline and control over ones reactions, thoughts, words, posturing, feeding, health. It feels far fetched, sometimes laughable. Even so, it remains doable. You act, for necessity, for a fun challenge, without any concrete reason. This won’t be exhibited as some form of internal battle that slaves the mind to see thoughts as wars. You often know exactly what to do, fear is what delays. What I envision would be a code. An order of living. Where the constraints serve to bend the body, reducing its erratic voice and whims. Forcing it to heel. Yet, rather than a chain that binds, stretches and eventually snaps at some point, the goal would be to eliminate from the table certain behaviours. Making it impossible to act in a certain way, removing the choice and the “battle.” That is, discarding the unneedful and losing the capability of acting that way.
There are several things I can’t do, even when incentivized. I keep thinking about how an extension of this into my whole being would present itself. The mind follows a basic set of rules at its core. What seems complex are simple lines of information that can be “easily” traced to their triggers and stops. The only thing that holds back is the lies that mask. The mental fleeing from the obvious truth that stands legs apart, crossed arms, staring you square in the eyes, always.
Eventually, you have to look back.