thoughts from ~burning woman~
Tonight, inspired by Rosaliene Bacchus’ post, “I Come from a Shit-Hole”
I have one question, if rhetorical:
“When will we get tired of killing and dying for the rich?”
Now? Soon? Never?
thoughts from ~burning woman~
Tonight, inspired by Rosaliene Bacchus’ post, “I Come from a Shit-Hole”
I have one question, if rhetorical:
“When will we get tired of killing and dying for the rich?”
Now? Soon? Never?
[today’s thoughts – Sha’Tara]
When I came home tonight I was, I felt, tired. The strange thing is, the more tired I feel, the more I “feel” what goes on around me, and that is by most standards, a pretty wide area. Also not so unusual, I began focusing more directly on my personal chosen life purposes and goals. Which quite naturally led me to once again, to think about the concepts of compassion, and empathy.
That brought me to mentally review the recent post comparing US military incursions in other countries, versus the same of Iran and North Korea. I chose those two because, according to the MIC (military industrial complex) these two nations are the bane of the planet. Statistics, though not always totally reliable, prove otherwise; that the nation most likely to drag the world into nuclear conflict, and most likely to cause maximum harm to essentially unarmed nations and their millions of helpless civilians is none other than the US of A. Not that this hasn’t been known by most people in this world for many endless decades.
Now to write about the purpose for posting this comparison list. I’m not going to claim that I would never post such statistics out of hate of the US MIC. If there was a stronger word than hate, I would certainly use it. But that wasn’t the reason I posted that list. I posted it to remind myself that people, as a general rule, are not empathetic. That they will always put their favourite “system” – however evil, however corrupt – ahead of any concern for how that evil and corruption destroys people’s livelihood and lives.
I got my answer, though not many responded. As I experienced when I did “church” those people within the ranks who perhaps one-on-one would question some aspects of their institution, immediately closed ranks when that institution was openly and statistically challenged for being utterly hypocritical; when it’s leaders were called on the carpet for their lifestyles diametrically opposite to their teachings.
Patriotism is, of course, a form of religion. It is a belief system that does not require proof, just faith. The people who responded to the list predictably demonstrated this faith. There were no actual proof given to contradict the list, but a defensive stance was taken simply by saying, well, the US were NOT THE ONLY BAD GUYS, or NOT THE WORST OF THE BAD GUYS.
The argument was changed, as it always is when one’s faith is challenged and there is no real come back. Always the same: if you’re going to make my “god” look bad, I’m going to say that their “god” is as bad, or worse, thereby hoping for some sort of balance and my acquiescence.
What I was looking for, and found, was that all those lives lost, all those millions (!) of victims of the US MIC since World War II, didn’t matter in the least. They weren’t felt at all in the responses. Systems matter, individuals don’t. No empathy. The chief prosecutor at the Nuremberg trials of Nazi war criminals was quoted as saying, “I was shocked to realize that these men are devoid of any empathy.”
Sadly, that is basically the case for Earthians. Overall but for exceptions, they really have no empathy. Sure they can talk miles about it, and they love to point to certain “do gooders” along the way who demonstrate both, empathy and compassion. But that’s really good enough. Heaven forbid that all of them should decide to become compassionate, and allow themselves to develop empathy as a way of life. Hell’s bells, that would simply bring the whole crappy, murderous, corrupt, greedy, insane predatory capitalistic system to its knees and then what good would any sort of faith and patriotism be? Can’t have that.
So now I know: defending the establishment is de rigueur. When it comes to choice between separating oneself from a criminal system and siding with its victims, or finding some way, any way, to justify that system’s crimes, the Earthian will support the establishment and justify the deaths of millions in the process.
Earthians, even the best meaning ones; even the ones who believe themselves to be “good” people (as opposed to evil doers) have no empathy. They have never defined the term for themselves so as to live with its actual meaning.
Seven and a half billions of Earthians now crowd a small planet of finite resources and space with no options left but to learn to coexist in peace and harmony through compassion and empathy.
Compassion empowers sharing and empathy ensures that “I” will never, not ever, cause “YOU” any kind of avoidable harm. In fact it will ensure that rather than cause “YOU” harm, I will choose to give up my own life as the proper and correct response in such a situation.
Too drastic? Too utopian? Let me tell you this, and I got it from non-Earthian sources: you (and I) are way past the critical point when we were expected to develop full compassion and empathy. Nothing is ever too late, but before that can be implemented now, there must be great suffering in our immediate future. That “great suffering” was completely avoidable, but for faith in obsolete systems. I gave up that faith years ago and thus I know it is quite possible to live without it. Ask me to take sides; as me to join any sort of collective, see what happens.
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
Sometimes, in trying to explain things, I know that I come across as annoying, or worse, dissing those wonderful time-honoured traditions and beliefs and “undefined” concepts that bring mental comfort in troubling times of discomfort. But why insist on well-worn concepts being defined, and re-defined, particularly at this time?
Which particular concepts? The standard “big” ones: faith, hope, love, miracles, peace, brotherhood, charity. There is never any lack of extolling of these “virtues” or events. Why can’t I go along with that?
Was it Plato who said, ‘The unexamined life isn’t worth living’? Why don’t we apply this to our great “positive” concepts we like so much to talk about, to bandy about, to shout from the streets in demonstrations, to paint on a sash or use as mission statements? How would that read? “The Unexamined Virtue isn’t worth Proclaiming!”
That to me is a truism. Why don’t we examine our virtues? Why don’t we demand of them that they function according to the claims we make of them, or for them? Take this time, somewhere between Christmas and New Year: peace is the leading contender in unexamined concepts. Peace, peace, peace, we write and say to one another.
Many years ago, I studied the Bible. As the world’s #1 best seller, I thought it deserved my time since so many people purportedly studied it. Here’s a passage guaranteed not to be called upon to illustrate any modern sermon. Harsh, more than harsh, but illustrative, oh yes! They call these “Jeremiads” remember? The ranting prophet, only problem is, he was right. Is the following truthful? Does it apply to us today?
“Je. 6:10 To whom can I speak and give warning? Who will listen to me? Their ears are closed so that they cannot hear. The word of the LORD is offensive to them; they find no pleasure in it.
Je. 6:11 But I am full of the wrath of the LORD, and I cannot hold it in. “Pour it out on the children in the street and on the young men gathered together; both husband and wife will be caught in it, and the old, those weighed down with years.
Je. 6:12 Their houses will be turned over to others, together with their fields and their wives, when I stretch out my hand against those who live in the land,” declares the LORD.
Je. 6:13 “From the least to the greatest, all are greedy for gain; prophets and priests alike, all practise deceit.
Je. 6:14 They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious. ‘Peace, peace,’ they say, when there is no peace.
Je. 6:15 Are they ashamed of their loathsome conduct? No, they have no shame at all; they do not even know how to blush. So they will fall among the fallen; they will be brought down when I punish them,” says the LORD.
Whether it is “the LORD” or a corrupt and decadent system that brings “punishment” we know from history that said “punishment” is unavoidable, unless there is a collective 180 degree turn away from the current way of conducting “business” between people and the planet. Pay particular heed to Jeremiah’s complaint: “Peace, peace, they say, when there is no peace.” Isn’t that exactly the case right now? When someone wishes me “peace” in the tradition of this time, I feel sick at heart, knowing the greeting is not analyzed, not defined, not ground up in the crucible of awareness to be offered as a priceless and unblemished gem. In fact it comes in the opposite guise because it is unexamined in the light of current reality. To me, it is a curse.
For who are those so quick to offer ‘peace’ to each other or their neighbours? Those who would never define it for themselves. Those who use it as a feel good thing, a sort of dessert. A sort of magic formula. That traditional wave of the hand by the queen as she rattles by on the street in her fancy carriage and the exploited sheeple happily wave back in glowing subservience.
But there is another reality: that of wars of resources, exploitation, profit, extortion, lust; of racism and bigotry. From those wars come millions of refugees, and how easy it is to see how those who promote the wars, support the wars and do not suffer from the wars but rather profit from them, hardening themselves against the dispossessed. How easy it is to see how ‘the haves’ choose to make themselves comfortable with their world; to overlook the growing intensity of its evil agenda, perhaps hoping against hope that if they make deals with an evil system, the system in turn will leave them have their fake bit of peace.
Understand that when I use the term ‘the world’ I don’t mean this planet or its natural environment. What I mean (properly defined) is man’s global civilization. So, unless one has made a “public” statement of non-collusion with that civilization (I have, by the way, because I know what “the world” consists of) everyone is a bona fide member of ‘the world’ and functions as a representative, a promoter, a worshipper, an agent, a member, at the very least, an adjunct of said ‘world.’
Because they are unexamined in the light of today’s reality, all the great virtues bandied about become nothing but curses. What good does it do when passing by a starving child to wish her health and well-being; to say, “be fed and clothe and praise God for your life”? But when the relatively rich give each other wishes of health, happiness, peace and love, aren’t they in fact cursing the rest of the world that stares at a life they can never have; a life taken from them and that slips away from them in excruciating pain and sorrow? But not to worry, when it comes time to vote, it will always be “the rich” who will garner the majority votes and predictably in a fake system nothing will ever change except for the worse. And predictably there will be a collective sigh of comfort when it is discovered it is the rich “Democrats” who won. We can go back to ruling our Empire through hypocrisy and feel good about ourselves.
In closing, another very annoying biblical quote: Brother James, have at it!
“Ja. 2:15 Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food.
Ja. 2:16 If one of you says to him, “Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?
Ja. 2:17 In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.”
Here’s another from James:
“Ja. 5:1 Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming upon you.
Ja. 5:2 Your wealth has rotted, and moths have eaten your clothes.
Ja. 5:3 Your gold and silver are corroded. Their corrosion will testify against you and eat your flesh like fire. You have hoarded wealth in the last days.
Ja. 5:4 Look! The wages you failed to pay the workmen who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord Almighty.
Ja. 5:5 You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened yourselves in the day of slaughter. [Or yourselves as in a day of feasting]
Ja. 5:6 You have condemned and murdered innocent men, who were not opposing you.”
Any truth in this yet? You see, it’s really all about definitions. The world creates illusions to suit every need and desire. Whatever you want, it will proffer. For a price, of course, but it will also offer the credit card if you don’t have the cash. Conversely, if you don’t play the game, it will find ways to punish, some subtle, like being unemployed and forced out of your home, and some kept hidden in Guantanamo. Which makes me want to define the word: torture – another time.
Definitions. A life lived without being defined (or examined); when its virtuous or feel-good notions aren’t constantly re-defined against the light of the day, is a life, I wouldn’t say ‘not worth living’ but rather carefully faked. A life lived in an entertainment centre surrounded by images on wide screens, on cathedral tapestries, or wandering through museums and mausoleums.
Definitions. I had a recurring dream a few nights ago, of two very large, obviously GMO designed fanged and slavering black dog-like beasts chasing after unarmed people who, in terror, tried to run away from them. Some got away but only at the cost of others being caught and torn to pieces. You have to hear the screams, see the blood, experience such a thing to understand.
Defined: these are the dogs of war. And they are currently running loose throughout the Greater Middle East, much of Africa and wherever drugs are being grown or manufactured. They are also active in refugee camps; in worker slave camps; in sweat shops and in countries the US Empire holds as “non conforming” and a threat to its claims of planetary hegemony. The bits and pieces of the torn bodies I saw in my dreams are being sold at a discount at Walmart and on Amazon. Where do you shop, and do business? Where it’s cheaper and most convenient?
The real world doesn’t have to fear forgetfulness.
It’s a tough customer.
It sits on our shoulders,
weighs on our hearts,
tumbles to our feet.
There’s no escaping it,
it tags along each time we flee.
And there’s no stop
along our escape route
where reality isn’t expecting us. — Wisława Szymborska, from “The Real World”
[a poem by ~burning woman~ ]
Deep in another long Winter’s night
when the stars sparkle as if covered in ice
that’s when I let myself, my heart, grow soft;
when I dare to hold my world gentle
to my breast and give such assurance as I can
that all is going to be just fine.
Don’t worry, I whisper silently into the cold,
don’t cry in your pain and hunger.
Don’t be afraid, I speak more forcefully,
when you feel so very sick; when your body fails.
I know your pain for it is mine also.
I know your hunger and thirst, by the same token.
I know how cold you are this night
and the fear that haunts your every breath
haunts my visions and my dreams also.
Though of small comfort let me tell you this,
that this is a time of anticipated travail.
‘Tis a time of crossing, not a time of ending.
This for you, and for me, is our beginning.
Skeletal, we come from the desert, you and I,
already we’ve survived and overcome so much.
We did not come here to die, my beautiful one
but to transform these bodies of death.
No longer shall we beg for a crust of bread
or a place to sleep safe from storms and mobs.
No longer shall we wear the chains of slaves
or watch as they kill our children for profit.
Wake up, come, stand up and walk with me
looking neither to the left nor to the right
a few more steps, my lovely one, and it is done.
(a poem by ~burning woman~ )
I don’t do love (she said)
He looked at her dismayed
not knowing what to add;
not knowing which new bait
he could put on his hook.
But I’m OK with friendship
(she added with a smile)
I’m also OK with closeness
I can do togetherness
at night when the moon is cold.
I’m also OK with silent tears
when there’s no more wood
and the hearth is only ashes
when there’s but crumbs
left on the kitchen table.
I’m not great with good times
(she added looking serious)
I know they cannot last
and how long can it hold
when so many fall through?
I really dislike promises
(she said pointing to her heart)
for I know my weaknesses
being the bane of humanity
No hero, no angel, am I.
Stay close to me then
let my body warm yours
Let’s blend smiles and tears
and perhaps make a child
though she will be of woe.
Fields of grass swayed green
year by year the stars circled
and trees grew tall in the sun
their child of wonder also grew
to pen these lines for them.
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
What was I thinking about? First, the joke (it’s on Youtube if you want the “live” version). An English fishing vessel is caught in a violent Channel storm. The captain sends out an SOS: Mayday, mayday, we’re sinking, we’re sinking! He gets this very hesitant response: “Zis is ze cherman coast gardt… vat are you sinkink about?”
Well, maybe I’m thinking about sinking, or at least about that sinking feeling. Are we sinking, I mean, as a society, and as a global civilization? Is it game over for us? Some will say we are, some will have noticed nothing unusual and some will admit to a rough patch and some hiccuping, and that leaves me exactly where I should be: to decide for myself what the “state of this world” is.
It’s bad, OK? No point denying the obvious, it is a seriously bad patch we’re going through.
Are we sinking, going to the bottom, then? I’d vote no. I cannot imagine, or image, an end to mankind – not in the cards, you might say. The casino will come crashing down and many a gambler will be crushed, or lose everything, but there are those left who didn’t play the game and never entered the casino. Few they may be, but they still exist, however much the pimps and slavers of the Matrix, Status quo or “the System” have scoured the earth to round these few up. Further to this, there are the gamblers who looked up in time and saw the cracks. They collected their earnings, swallowed their losses, cashed in their chips and got the hell out of Dodge.
The thing is, it’s hard to separate a terrible die-back and the collapse of civilization from a total apocalypse. To imagine, say, the extinction of some five and a half billion people over a period of a couple of hundred years. Horrible? Disastrous? Scary? Indeed, and certainly enough to believe it isn’t going to stop until all are dead and the earth lies a desert waste, it’s waters a dead stinking miasma of spreading diseases. Those who remain alive will feel the strangling effect of the “great terror” and live in dread. Some will invoke God and some will imagine alien rescues and some will just go through the motions of staying alive and if they still can bear children and have them will try to keep them alive, no matter what shape they are in.
That’s the nature of Earthian people. Those who survive are the survivors and what they will then have programmed into their immune system, and what will be on their mind, that will be what they will rebuild with. They will be your progeny. When it thinks about you it will always be as a curse. In their minds they will cast this generation to the deepest pits of the deepest hell.
There are many ways to look at man’s future: endless possibilities, endless directions it can go. I like to work on the logic of it. I look at population charts and the effects such populations have on the natural environment. I look at the accelerating demise of non-human species, whether avian, mammalian, insect, aquatic, flora, and for each extinct species I deduct from human recovery. I look at the spread of technology world-wide and attendant eco-damage, including climate change. I don’t engage the smaller effects of, say, Tesla technology and “organic” or “vertical” farming. I try to stay with the bigger picture. I don’t see these “changes” having much of any effect in a timely manner to prevent a major catastrophe. The main problem with “positive” technology is it puts people to sleep; makes them believe they can continue to increase population and consumption with decreasing environmental consequences. Deadly assumption in a finite environment.
I also look at greater social developments such as resource wars leading to destabilization of ethnic communities and destruction of older ways of life. I look at the destruction of cities and histories: the “dummying down process” and of course, the increase in dispossession and in refugees. Then I look at how wars, civil wars, revolutions and genocides are funded, by whom, and why. I watch the blood flow and those who once had hands covered in the blood of innocents now have their entire bodies awash in the stuff. Then I listen to comments by those who remain essentially affluent and recipients of those “good things” which their leaders and rulers extort from dispossession, slave labour, oppression and bloodshed.
The comments, for the most part, aren’t in the least understanding, or compassionate. There is little enough effort expended in reaching deep into the pain and suffering one lifestyle inflicts on another – and how could there be? Earth people know little or nothing of compassionate interaction since such would require living in the nightmare of empathy. If you are one of those rare ones living in it, you know what I mean by nightmare. If you are not, you can’t understand what I mean, even if you try.
As a people, as a species, Earthians will not choose to become compassionate beings. To do so would mean changing everything they believe about themselves, their species, and its interaction with the rest of their world. I said everything, and I mean everything. Nothing of the old would remain. That will not happen, not on any scale needed to prevent catastrophe.
So we’ve finally reached our physical and mental evolutionary crossroads. Yet a vast majority refuses to recognize the landmarks; others will believe they’ve never been here before and no one can know what it means. Of course. If there is one thing Earthians can be known for it’s their amazing ability to live in denial and defend the indefensible.
What we should be asking: what did we use to get here? Was it virtue, or vice? The truth now. What was the number one motivator of civilization that has brought it to this crossroad from which there is no turning back and from which any choice (but one unthinkable) can only lead to disaster?
Be certain that whatever “force” we used to get here will be the very same “force” we will rely on to push us down the path of our next choice. This means we will use more of same and experience more of same though knowing it is unsustainable. Any choice we make won’t really be a choice but a continuation of our tried and failed methods of propulsion into the future. It’s what we are and we will continue to do what we have always done, with little sparks of resistance here and there, and some lofty rhetoric over the Internet to blind us to the real facts.
We will hear of organic, sustainable cooperative communities… and there will be some, of course. We will hear of rich people donating food and housing to certain groups of victims of climate change and we will say, wow, they can do it, and not ask how these people got rich in the first place – because that would spoil the “feel good” moment. More and more people will turn vegan, and even if we still insist on eating meat or using animal products, we will still take some credit and feel good about this “movement” and absolve ourselves because our doctor said our body needs the meat. Not our fault, you see. Plus, we recycle, we do our bit. What the hell, “Not Our Fault” for any of the negative stuff. Plenty of others to blame for the really bad stuff.
The “Not Our Fault” slogan will continue to rule, past the crossroads, past the turning point. We will ride that toboggan to the bottom of the hill and then discover that those who maintained that once we got to the bottom there’d be no way back up were right. There is no way back up. What we left up there is forever gone and now we must walk away with whatever we have… into the future, into whatever it has left to offer. For most, for billions, that will be death: by disease; by famine; by war; by genocide; by drowning and by burning.
As we lay dying, we’ll remember our stand-by mantra: it wasn’t our fault. It wasn’t me. It was them. They did it. Indeed, why should one individual take responsibility for what the collective did? Yes, but isn’t a collective made up of individuals? And am I one of such individuals? If I am, how can I not be equally responsible? How can I blame “others” and absolve myself?
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
Have you ever had those moments in time when you just can’t get out of your own mind? It’s like those dreadful days at the corporation they call “stock taking” where the business is literally shut down and everybody is expected to become, if not an accountant, at least a counting machine. The word “boring” doesn’t even begin to describe it. Fortunately for some of us, we were the “cutting edge” of techie support, always on call and if Lady Luck was in the mood for granting us a boon, we’d get an emergency call, preferably from some McDonald restaurant with a problem that would take at least a day or so to resolve. We’d make sure to call in the reserves on that day, make friends all around… I digress…
In the many pigeon holes that make up the mind, there’s one large one, generally and thankfully covered over with cobwebs where we file personal information we’re not so fond of, memories of less than scintillating performances among kin, clan, fellow and fellowette students, co-workers, and drib-drabs of conversations held after mass on the church porch while our priest walked around the disappearing crowd shaking hands and soaking up congrats on his sermon.
Taking a huge leap here: I’m in one of those “stock-taking” phases, so I may as well clear the cobwebs and start pulling out the scrolls, rolls and polls. If you already know even just a little bit about me, you know I’m inclined to tell stories. I’ve always been able to do that and convince myself that a well told story passed off as truth isn’t a lie, it’s a skill. It’s art. I figure that as long as I’m not using it to suck money from the unsuspecting, no one’s hurt. Mostly it makes it easier to live with myself, whoever that is, I’m still looking for whomever stands behind the mirror. I don’t like surprises so I cling to my stories so that I never realize that the character behind my mirror is a crazily grinning rattling skeleton.
Be that as it may, if I have to be honest here, after scanning through some of the memory rolls I have to admit that for about half of my life I was an insufferable egotist. I enjoyed being “in charge” and calling other people short on their performance. I’m being truthful now, the stories will resume again later. For the second part of my life unto this day, well, despite a lot of life changing moves, I remain a driving bitch. I get an idea, see? I put it through the meat grinder, observe what’s left and woe unto my immediate world if anything remains that shows it’s a valid thought. I say what I mean and mean what I say.
I did learn this though, and that is to not impose a “new idea” upon the world until I’ve fully tested it. If it’s going to blow anyone up, it should after all be me, not some poor unsuspecting victim. So, you’ll ask with bated (baited? Nah, let’s stick with the other spelling), what’s the new idea then?
I’m going to close off the memory hole now, having taken stock and looking a bit green, and let’s talk about that new idea.
In keeping with the “the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God” here, this isn’t a story. The new idea isn’t new at all. I’ve already been bashing all and sundry with for quite some time, and I call it compassion. “Oh yeah… (yawn) don’t we know it. All that stuff about compassion being the great idea to save the world, and how it is incompatible with love. Can’t you talk about something else?”
I suppose I could but remember I said, “No story: the straight goods this time.” Yes, I am being annoying. Yes, I am proposing a world-changing concept that people in general will do all in their power to deny, refuse outright or insist on mixing with a whole lot of sugar so it tastes basically the same as any other world changing concept ever presented to be played with and dog-fought over and thankfully amount to nothing more than establishing another money-sucking group or collective with a colourful title and great mission statement.
The sugar in this case is called love. A cornucopia of beautiful white granules that can be spread over, or melted in, just about any other idea confection to make it palatable or even a delicacy. Love, man’s greatest of all feel-good drug. A spoon-full before sex legitimizes a terribly taboo performance and makes it feel even better. A meal or two of it just before plunging in the battle of the Somme or the Gallipoli campaign.
Yes, of course love is the great sweetener of war. No one goes to war just to kill an enemy, or just to be killed. There aren’t that many outright psychopaths out there, or assisted suicide hopefuls. Of course not. And we have, at least in the West, November 11 to be reminded that our wars were and remain wars of love. Love is what made those “fools” rush in where angels would never tread. Love in defense of the home land and to keep our loved ones safe from a barbaric enemy. Does it matter if your commanders, your leaders, are themselves obvious psychos and often the real aggressors? Ours is not to question why, ours is but to do or die. We do it for love. Then we die in love, in heaps and heaps of love. What I don’t understand is, why are these heroes of love mourned when they should be cheered while we do all that we can to ensure we too get to embark upon another warring love adventure and die for love? Could it be there’s something not quite right with the picture?
My father, for all his faults, was a veteran of WWII. He participated in the complete defeat of the French army in 1940, was finally captured and sent to a German prisoner of war camp. There, despite unbelievable conditions and near starvation, he survived, met people from all over the conquered world and interacted also with German soldiers. Surprise: they were no different than he was, if only better fed and better educated. He rubbed shoulders with other Third Reich slaves: gypsies, not yet slated for the slaughter, communists, homosexuals, writers, philosophers, any sort the Reich saw as dangerous enemies and would squeeze to death in the war effort. Dad, being a great communicator, made friends where it mattered and basically talked his way out of the camp and returned to Brittany to work the fields growing food for the German army holding the coast. From there into the underground (tracer bullets, he said, are really scary shit) and from there to become a landless and penniless recently married family man forced to emigrate to Canada to try and make a living. Love was in short supply in the real war and post-war world so maybe I learned to function without much of it myself.
So you see, I’m not the one who’s spreading bullshit stories by proposing we give “love” a break, cast it adrift, and look for something a bit more realistic upon which to build a future. We’ve already spent all the love we could through our endless wars, and we’re expending a whole lot of that sugary nonsense in the Middle East right now. We’re eager to cover North Korea with war-love sugar and those crazies don’t understand and want none of it. Can’t they see how well our love has worked to this day? Can’t they marvel at how our love wars have made the world a wonderful, humane, free, clean, safe, world where no one need ever again worry about waking up starving, to be blown up or on the wrong side of some great big beautiful wall?
Assuming I’m being just a tad sarcastic, do you see why I would propose we look at something else, something other than, something we’ve never, ever tried in its unadulterated state? It’s so simple.
a) stop defending love as a legitimate form of interrelationship. Admit it doesn’t work. Let it go. Don’t worry, it won’t go far. It will keep braying at the barn door day after day to be re-admitted and fed in the hope of engendering new conflicts.
b) just think about compassion, nothing else, as the means to change the world. Define it for yourself without, just this once, throwing a pinch of it in the mixing bowl amongst a heaping pile of sugary love and calling it compassion. Try it raw, show your mettle.
That’s the challenge from this honest certifiable bitch.
The alternative is simple: find another means of change that can accomplish the same thing without all the bother of self empowerment, detachment and willingness to give to all who ask; or declare that it is preferable to stick with the tried and failed because, well, it’s what you’re used to and it’s comfortable this way.