Carving out a Section for Thought
Nowadays, people say things like, “Life is so different, now. It used to not be like this.”
I agree!
“Humanity today is like a waking dreamer, caught between the fantasies of sleep and the chaos of the real world. The mind seeks but cannot find the precise place and hour. We have created a Star Wars civilization, with Stone Age emotions, medieval institutions, and godlike technology. We thrash about. We are terribly confused by the mere fact of our existence, and a danger to ourselves and to the rest of life,” (Edward O. Wilson).
Humanity is changed. Life is so different. It is so different that we always have to be mindful of “falling off the cliff.”
These days living requires forever being cognizant of human units willing to hurt. Our caution advises us, if given a chance they will do it by one means or another. They are destroyers, acid spewers, schmucks, overt raggers and monsters hiding in our CPUs and electrical lines. They are inventors of no good. They rage behind perfect facial expressions and will deceive us. They are monstrous, behemoth slime-balls, mood adjuster, crazies looking for ways to sham and scam us. They are foolish, as well and are all around us. They are real. They rise up from hiding like moles, bringing toxicity to the atmosphere. They will strike wherever they can, selfishly aiming to fulfill their goal, no matter. They do not care that their next victim is facing their own personal life challenges. They have burdens and trials that force a decision, either to have strength or succumb to giving up. But the impostors of good do not care. They shade the rainbow as they rake to destroy. Their venom is robotic. There are those that will even kill.
Pessimism appears to be bucking for ruler-ship in society. As academia and the right to ignorance battle and harmony lie disabled on its side, I dare think things could become better. Yet, some of us think there is hope. If there is, it must reside somewhere hidden between the layers of the atmosphere or in some hard-to-find place over the horizon. Our search will be geological, and we need to get digging.
Yet hope is professed. Kate Murphy reiterates it through Wilson’s words: “Never before have we had the knowledge and opportunity as good as we have now to make change.” Change is indeed needed. Perhaps we can look to tomorrow for it. Tomorrow, at least allows us endless time to amend because there will always be a tomorrow. Still, time is of the essence and amending can’t wait. The urgency is because we are leaving our children and grandchildren and their cousins behind. If we leave this mess cluttered and unfixed they have to find ways to navigate a tangled and unnecessary mess.
“I won’t be here,” some say as if it’s reason to not care.
What if those we leave behind find themselves entangled in a bloody fight, dying before having any enjoyment, preventing them smelling the roses? We better read the tea leaves.
The time might be right for lay thought to rise from dormancy bringing to front whispered complaints. “It is long past time to return back to the tried and proven keys,” they say, reminding that such keys are foundation builders. Manners, cordiality, niceness, respect, honesty and fairness are still units that are all they were cracked-up to be. They keep life settled. They are the detours or anarchy. There is urgency to re-call them. Changing things for better, showing children how to make the world good, should rule every hour. A thistled path requires more than patting and smoothing-out. Remember, what is given is begat in the end.
What if we were never born, never to realize such problem as we have today? It is a profoundly worthy thought. Most are happy to be here and don’t think about such. But what if we think about it? Surely our thoughts will lead us to knowing being here is the magnificence of what life means. Consider the splendor.
Perhaps, if we give it the thought it deserves, we might incline ourselves to making things better. When we consider this depth of creation we should want change simply out of respect for life. Remember this complex metamorphosis has been ongoing from a single glob of matter, i.e. an egg and sperm from a man and a woman. There is splendor in the way it exploded into races and cultures of varied colors and shades, tongues and languages. Magnificent! But remember this grand genesis wasn’t created by man.
Picture yourself holding a glob of egg and sperm in the palm of your hand and clapping hands together. It would be pretty phenomenal having decision over life in your hands. Have you ever wondered how in the world your ears ended in the right space on your head; why they didn’t end in the eyes space, or on your chin? As well, your nose wasn’t at the side of your head. Neither were your feet where your hands are supposed to be? It’s astounding.
These marvelous units, humanity and life were surely meant to inspire and incline toward good. Otherwise, they don’t fit into the bundle of magnificence. It makes perfect sense that “lives” deserves to exist and be protected. Humanity deserves a safe and good place. In the end, I’m hopeful that Wilson’s words will be realized and relegated to make change. If there is no change, it might very well mean big trouble at the Kingdom.
“Our Father…thy kingdom come…”