I too am not the same person, having witnessed the medieval brutality in plain sight The meaning of life has changed from petty pursuits to finding the courage to stand straight, look right in the eye of evil and tell it for it is. The so-called civil gentry masquerading as guardians of human values must be shown a mirror for their own salvation and deliverance. Which ever way one looks at it, the ground is clearly shifting under the empire of oppressors. Neither the current hollow values nor the systems that feed those values align with human dignity. Therefore, a collapse is inevitable. That we have hunger, homelessness, and people rationing their prescription medicines while there are trillions of dollars available for wars is a proof that democracy is dead and decomposing. We must stay strong and we must not let the voices of reason be silenced.
I am not the same person I was three months ago. Being brave and having courage took on a whole new meaning. I discovered a store of power I didn't know I had from witnessing Palestinians in Gaza - the radical love you mentioned – and learning to follow their example of resistance. Thank you for writing this. You captured everything in front of us so perfectly. Together we'll laugh in the faces of our enemies and sing our songs with joy and conviction and dance our dances with defiance and mourn the inhumanity we experience and see, and always, always fight for life.
I wonder, does the courage to condemn others perhaps reflect an inverted response to the desire to condemn ourselves? Can we look at ourselves in the harshest light and see the reciprocity between what we are condemning and what we achieve by condemning? Is there a thread that unites the two? When we are washed with grief, I'm not so sure that the courage to sink into a negative empathetic response is courageous, so much as it is the fulfilment of subconscious desire. We experience the emotion that our body wants to feel but we get to outsource the cause of the pain. Something I was thinking about as I slipped into deep grief over the passing of my dog... my first experience of grief since "awakening" from the more shallow side of my faith, I couldn't help but notice how much I needed to feel those dark emotions. It seems the dissolution of the afterlife leaves a void filled with un-lived life and untapped potential... But maybe this is unique to my circumstance.
I too am not the same person, having witnessed the medieval brutality in plain sight The meaning of life has changed from petty pursuits to finding the courage to stand straight, look right in the eye of evil and tell it for it is. The so-called civil gentry masquerading as guardians of human values must be shown a mirror for their own salvation and deliverance. Which ever way one looks at it, the ground is clearly shifting under the empire of oppressors. Neither the current hollow values nor the systems that feed those values align with human dignity. Therefore, a collapse is inevitable. That we have hunger, homelessness, and people rationing their prescription medicines while there are trillions of dollars available for wars is a proof that democracy is dead and decomposing. We must stay strong and we must not let the voices of reason be silenced.
I am not the same person I was three months ago. Being brave and having courage took on a whole new meaning. I discovered a store of power I didn't know I had from witnessing Palestinians in Gaza - the radical love you mentioned – and learning to follow their example of resistance. Thank you for writing this. You captured everything in front of us so perfectly. Together we'll laugh in the faces of our enemies and sing our songs with joy and conviction and dance our dances with defiance and mourn the inhumanity we experience and see, and always, always fight for life.
I wonder, does the courage to condemn others perhaps reflect an inverted response to the desire to condemn ourselves? Can we look at ourselves in the harshest light and see the reciprocity between what we are condemning and what we achieve by condemning? Is there a thread that unites the two? When we are washed with grief, I'm not so sure that the courage to sink into a negative empathetic response is courageous, so much as it is the fulfilment of subconscious desire. We experience the emotion that our body wants to feel but we get to outsource the cause of the pain. Something I was thinking about as I slipped into deep grief over the passing of my dog... my first experience of grief since "awakening" from the more shallow side of my faith, I couldn't help but notice how much I needed to feel those dark emotions. It seems the dissolution of the afterlife leaves a void filled with un-lived life and untapped potential... But maybe this is unique to my circumstance.