I write only of worlds I know. Of little, gentle fishes called Nords and Kerns and of Teachers. Did I create them or discover them in place? They shimmer for me. They are not just one world. There are also places of poverty that touch the living heart and strum it with songs of despair which are heard day and night. Barren places and places also speaking of Mind. These I write of and scribe.
In the light of daily observation about what goes on in our country, what must be kept in mind is the progress we make, the potential of individuals and what is voiced as thought processes. In the long torturous road to maturity, we look to see what was exhibited in process.
In our leaders, has the genetic line been enhanced with education, perseverance and viewed with no embarrassment because intelligence has been acquired? One can then guardedly assume stability and maturity within the individual.
We must look upon those wishing election and reelection, at their ancestors and family and be kind in judgment. In this day when good minds and strong character must be exhibited before important decisions can be made concerning affairs of the world’s countries and therefore the body of man, more care should be given to lineage and character of the person.
And weighed carefully against spirit and dedication of the individual and what has been accomplished in their life. Personal characteristics as manner and art in coping with the exigencies of life must be accounted for.
The day when credentials consist only of the work accumulated with PR is gone. You cannot be a better anything than you are a person. No matter the job. One whose life is publicly intentioned will hold his personal life above scrutiny. They will hold themselves responsible and accountable as well.
These days of wholesale keyhole peeping will unveil all manner of decadence. It is no longer an okay thing to blatantly be crude, an embarrassment not only to the parents of children but also to brothers who have sisters. The young will demand better behavior. To the answer ‘everybody does it’ the comment will no longer be hesitant, ‘well, I don’t!’ And the behavior will be unblemished.
In the beginning we were an experiment in the borning of a country settled unethically and dismissive of native pilgrims. Our tortuous route to democracy is constantly questioned and must be compassionately worked at.
Sophistication has catapulted and public education has sent persons unqualified and unbalanced to high offices. But the right to life continues its cost and purpose. We must study and work to make balanced decisions.
The times now demand the best of who we are. Some think it is a hellhole and yet others know our best will lift us again for those who hunger for the good of what is remembered.
artwork by Claudia Hallissey
(for those who understand how things change and remain the same. . . .this post was mostly scribed from journal entries of August 12&21, 1987 edited for space)