Funny how life is ...
You see the world about you, and memories suddenly reach out and drag you back ...
You slip back into yesteryear ... it feels a lifetime ago and yet only yesterday ...
The world has come full circle ... or has it only been running in place?
The world has taken on a déjà vu quality. Senseless wars ... everyone shouting, no one listening.
Remember when you were in grade school? It doesn't matter what year, what decade ...
It never changes ... surgically youth-ed faces on the TV proclaiming prejudices as if they were truths.
When in grade school, I often wondered what it felt like to be a decent, everyday citizen in the Germany of the 1930's
watching bewildered as the world around him went slowly, cruelly insane.
It's as if God has tapped me on the shoulder, saying,
"Now, you know. Next question?
Have a care ... the question after that will be mine."
Look about you ... The sight holds power and beauty, grace tangled in a rapture with violence.
We don’t know what’s going on here. If these tremendous events are random combinations of matter run amok,
the yield of millions of monkeys at millions of typewriters, then what is it in
us, hammered out of those same typewriters, that
We don’t know. Our life is but a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
At the time of Lewis and Clark, setting the prairies on fire was a well-known signal that meant “Come down to the water.”
It was an extravagant, dangerous action, but do we do any less now?
What calls out to you from your childhood? How do you steer through the madness around you today?