The Universe is a benign place. Our planet, in this best of all learning places, needs our actions, individual as they may be, to survive. And it needs us to learn from these actions. Then we find that the Universe becomes caring also because it needs our actions to survive. To Be becomes a critical imperative for all.
We see that our actions, some of which we are not proud, are indelibly written in our genetic history. We wish that we could unsubscribe to them. We are not always at our best and hamper our progress at times. We can rewrite our history by cumulative actions giving our best to those situations serving the greatest good. I ascribe to the divine in man, yet he takes too much rest in the cliche saying he is ‘only human.’ What needs be done is to strike a balance.
I was told to ask my questions from that place where angels know the weight of the feet and the heavens watch that we do not place them on the minds of those about us. I have kept this thought during the long stretch of making a road where I could rest easy but have not found it yet. In my memory with a putting place is a mushroom cloud rising and spreading its death on even the innocent. And the innocent were routinely drilled on how to hide beneath schoolroom desks.
I have learned that those intent on sealing their immortality play with stakes that are bigger than their mini minds and lay to waste a world to sodden ash. The world as they know it will disappear and in its stead will be the sulky ash that they will trudge in hip boots to protect them from contamination.
Some do not know that today is eternity.