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I just wish I could show them, make them Understand. there’s so much disconnection in this world. on the one hand, people are closer together than they’ve ever been and yet on the other we’ve never been further apart.

if you knew pouring chemicals into a river killed entirely communities downstream, but it made you loads of cash, would you stop. what if that community housed your family, your mother or son? would you then think twice.

I used to think independence was the highest echelon of virtues. I still hold it as pivotal to my own development. but there is a certain point when that independence must be made use of, lest it linger about, imagining itself on an island free of consequences & relationship with the rest of the world.

I know this kid who likes to play chess. he’s very good. but he rolls up into a public chess domain and makes it his goal to whoop everyone as fast as he can. and he does, and he succeeds. some games are finished in a flash, just a few minutes.

he says that’s why he’s there, to pummel people. that’s what he enjoys, that’s what he finds fun. but if you were playing chess against one of your own, if you felt a kinship, say your son or daughter, you’d not be interested in pummeling them so much as assisting in their growth. “the rising tide raises all ships.”

but that’s the issue. for a multitude of reasons no one feels kinship with anyone anymore save a select few. globalization. and if they do, they’re brought together through divisive means, through hate and intolerance. where have all the ‘good guys’ gone?

I just think if people could step outside of themselves a bit more, there might be more prosperity. if they could physically see the effects of their actions on another, to feel the real world implications, I think people would be a lot more careful. I just wish there was some way to make people Understand..

~Roger Dabbit

& then I realized I never left. in all my inner calamity, it was I who stood still amongst a scared lot of runners & cowards. “how could I?” was the oft whispered diatribe of my own ghoul. it was meant to be a sanctuary but loneliness creates havoc.

but it doesn’t matter now, does it? the flight of the bumblebees, as it were. they truly have been buzzing for a century while I alone recognized the vanity. my prize was dust but it was a hard-earned dust. the type that might have collected, kissing the lips of his urn, if that’s the route his parents had decided to go. I can’t recall.

what does matter is my breath, the life & light I experienced in a single wink of the eye. this cold galaxy.. somehow it warmed me up (?) “how” is what I wondered as well, but I’ve learned to ask less questions of the Lord my savior & to indeed refrain from too much of talk of them to begin with. dulls the meaning, makes it nonsensical (shh)

I wish you well, old friend. from this vantage point, I can hardly imagine the turmoil of that sad kernel of Earth. I’d have guessed quite the opposite not so many moons ago as I sat strapped back, head banging for escape. but, ultimately, this is better. if there’s to be Hell, give me a front row seat, free of false promise & imaginary friends.

~Grandmaster Hex