. . . It always is a struggle between the correct thing and the right thing, no matter the subject or the action. The correct thing is not always comforting nor comfortable. And it generally is confrontational. Too much on our plate and we already want to hit delete. But whooooaaa!!! We are decent people and we need to hear the correct/right thing. . .we need to hear once in awhile, ‘we done good’. . . . .
That was our intention when we ask to be born to make a difference. You can argue the point, but we ask, yeah we do. . .
With what goes on the politically global scenes as well as our national one, coupled with the aberrant pandemic globally, everyone can see us/our planet going down the tube again and again and forever.
Except we have been loved into conscience and so loving our children, we also have siblings and nieces and nephews. We are the Earthgods. . . their mothergods and fathergods and godmothers and godfathers and godaunts and goduncles. And behold we now are their grandmothersgreat and grandfathersgreat and all who have been loved into Conscience with a capital C, lest we forget.
And we cannot forget. We just cannot. We must do what we can and work and study to enlarge our picture, widen our horizons and add depth to our being. We must learn about ourselves and learn about each other. We must see where we are alike, where we agree, especially on what we love as our democracy and whom we love and resolve to heal our difficulties and mend our rips and tears. We must vow not to allow others to expound on our differences and make profit on us and make deep pits where there are none.
Troublemakers feast on a diet of havoc. And creating havoc in their best friends means the troublemakers sleep happily. We will not give them that pleasure.
Our days make a certain shaped something of us. Let that something teach an Other. That we are not only civil but kind, that we are not only decent people but loving people, who care about each other. Even though we disagree with someone’s arguments, we are polite and listen. We would want them to listen with courtesy to us.
Thus we teach. No longer silent because silence has wrongfully signaled we don’t care but care we do. We speak to voice our conclusions to show we give thought, but our humanity still demands courtesy and not violence.
Life is good, not easy, but good, in every dimension. The only alternative to life everlasting is no life anywhere. And never having the privilege to do good. All worlds have problems. I love my life as you do yours. I have your back. Thank you for having mine.
Excerpt from Life Everlasting. . .
Through all we slide,
like peeled comfrey, slick and smooth,
the oiled parts of a machinery;
deus in machina. Still we slow,
the burden burdensome, noises polluting
our hearing and events boggling our eternal eye.
Out of the arena testing our mettle,
out of a life holding neutral for no man,
to a new world testing our mettle yet,
to a life in neutral only for a moment,
to a love gripping anew our pulses.
It is a universe of no retire. . . and life everlasting. . .