Quote: “The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due. Not a garden swollen to a realm. His own hands to use. Not the hands of others to command.” JRR Tolkien. The Two Towers
Affirmation: I am worthy of home, food, love.
Realization: Every day is a miracle. Today a misty dawn, this evening who knows what serene spectacular sunset may occur. The young do not stop to relish it for they are so busy making this thing we call “a living.”
Children intuit the wonder. Until they begin a cruel mockery of their elders by bullying each other with sadistic competitions. The sensitive tortured by the insensitive.
It is for us, we who have endured many winters of grinding ice, many summers of daunting heat, we the old who have achieved the wisdom of our age through sacrifice of that which is most sacred. Time. We must counsel the furious young to better futures not through fire and brimstone, but with the objective knowledge of seers.
Note the font of a glaring headline designed to snare your passion and harness your soul for the sole purpose of capturing and keeping your attention. To what end? To sell you useless soap which shall never rinse the stains of blood spilled in anger?
This talk of war is nothing short of evil. It threatens to destroy our time. It is vain. We talk of “taking” more and more. We speak less and less of “giving” and “sharing.” More I, Me, Mine. Less US. How has the progress of the last one hundred years backed half the population into this corner? A corner out of which they feel the need to fight? This division is running deeper than just politics. The soul of our nation hangs in the balance.
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