Searching for love
on a small and shrinking planet
Tyre Nichols. Gone too soon. We are all thinking of Tyre and the Nichols family this day.
The repetitive nature of our failures seem to suggest insanity.
People are no longer safe in our country. We are walking targets for police brutality and random gun shootings. We are lied to by politicians. Bitcoin and this type of financial instruments are scams and available everywhere. Media institutions we have relied on for decades fail as they split hairs to tell a story with two moral centers. Disease is spread with selfishness. There is a wolf in Grandmas nightie.
What we do from this moment forward must be a change and it must be a profound change. We all, it seems are being the herded, shepherded, spoken at, milked for -money everywhere and votes. Everyone is. Those taught to be angry and hate are just as manipulated into their behavior as us all, I tell myself. I see, convince me otherwise, we are all being used and duped. Some more than others. The drama being played out is not for spectators. Everyone is affected, everyone has a role to play.
Choose love. Random acts of kindness. War is not healthy for children and other living things. In this moment these slogans, like ad slogan from past ideas dissolve in acid tears of frustration and knowledge that: these are empty words.
Kindness, empathy, caring, are not in short supply. They are present and hold us up in terrible times. They are gifts of the heart and the gathering of like hearts and souls do not always mean like minded. These come after the difficulties like a splint after a break, and so many injuries will never mend as whole again. Woe to us all.
You cannot jail a thought. You cannot imprison hatred. In the same way, love cannot be demanded. If only it could.
The unspeakable cruelty that our species can commit is becoming clearer. Clear your vision, see it for what it is and judge it. Judge it harshly and without regret. Judge it and call it by whatever name you choose. When you see it again, name it, know it for what it is. Reject it.
Before a new book, there’s a final page. on it might be inscribed the following words, the end.
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