https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZBLAmdULkQ&feature=youtu.be
THE DIFFERENCE
Pro-death sentence? One of the Ten Commandments says otherwise (and the others imply otherwise), as do our consciences. Vengeance ain't mine, even though schadenfreude is of familiar acquaintance and a guilt-ish pleasure when the karmee feels so damned deserving. Still, the two are not a strained 'both-sides' question. The only question these days, and maybe ever, is how many people have to suffer and die when a choice is possible.
Right now, a choice is possible. I'm writing really about the current coronavirus pandemic. A very large but minority subset of humanity lacks the courage. spiritual maturity, or just plain impulse control to unfollow the path of unnecessary - and in this case totally unworkable - herd immunity. They'd rather get it over with and let likely millions of people unnecessarily die, with prolonged horrible deaths no less, than, well, just plain try to ease the suffering and prevent the extra dying by using proven measures of prevention.
The difference between the pro-death sentence subset and the majority people of compassion and patience is courage. We've got it. They ain't, at least not when it comes to some of the most crucial matters of the heart and soul. The difference may be a complete accident of birth or fate, such as we know such quixotic determination, and we're the ones both cursed and blessed with this particular courage of insight and action, but we have no choice but to live up to it, live with it, and act upon it.
It's not an impossible dream to enact love and peace in our lives and in our world, but it is incumbent upon the compassionate among us to suffer the uncompassionate, or seemingly less so, whom we shall always have with us. They do possibly have an advantage though. They often would by and large be glad and many even giddy if we were the part of the herd that disappeared, while if they were the part of the herd that disappeared, we would grieve and agonize over how it could have been different.
The Difference makes all the difference and makes the world livable and enjoyable, for all, even for our friends who it seems rarely stand down from their harsher shorter-sighted views of the world. It takes all kinds, we know, but both sides are not equal and some things are not negotiable. However, good things are possible, and that's no dream.
Friday, July 17, 2020
Sunday, May 31, 2020
The Flight Attendant and the Tumbling Turtle of Turtle Cove
The Cats and I were walking the woodsy
trail alongside the cove to the small floating dock. I was in the lead. They
were moving along as the feline spirit moved and accomplishing their typical various
goals of grazing select grasses, sniffing suspect drooping branches and
cone-shaped holes left by browsing armadillos or possum, and malingering with
purpose with occasional forward progress made. They've been known to dart ahead
of me or keep up with my patient pace, but this wasn't one of those walks.
They eventually caught up to me but not before all the excitement had commenced
and the drama concluded.
Suddenly something ahead of me caught my attention. At a medium distance, it looked and sounded like a 10-pound rock tumbling roughly over and over down the steep shaded rocky slope to my left. I wondered why it had suddenly fallen, if maybe a deer had brushed up against it as I’ve seen happen, or if eroded ground beneath it had finally given way.
Suddenly something ahead of me caught my attention. At a medium distance, it looked and sounded like a 10-pound rock tumbling roughly over and over down the steep shaded rocky slope to my left. I wondered why it had suddenly fallen, if maybe a deer had brushed up against it as I’ve seen happen, or if eroded ground beneath it had finally given way.
Surprisingly, it was a turtle, its
shell now lying almost evened-out flat with the dusty ground contiguous with
the harder-packed trail, with the critter's nobly-shaped head and soft neck
protruding out the front. It must be in shock or stunned, I thought, because
normally it would be hiding entirely inside its shell with someone as close to
it as I was, about one foot away. I looked closely for wounds or a crack in the
shell but could find nothing except maybe a scuff or two. It seemed turtle had
escaped a more debilitating fate.
Turtle is one of the numerous red slider turtles native to Turtle Cove, which its beautifully hued red horizontal racing stripe on each cheek divulged. It's a small adult, likely a female, who might have been trying to find her way back to the water after laying her eggs, or maybe she was still searching for a great spot for a nest. Either way, the hard pounding jolts she felt while piggybacking on gravity’s way down the slope, the partial hollowness of the shell providing the loud thunks, interrupted whatever mission she had been on.
Turtle is one of the numerous red slider turtles native to Turtle Cove, which its beautifully hued red horizontal racing stripe on each cheek divulged. It's a small adult, likely a female, who might have been trying to find her way back to the water after laying her eggs, or maybe she was still searching for a great spot for a nest. Either way, the hard pounding jolts she felt while piggybacking on gravity’s way down the slope, the partial hollowness of the shell providing the loud thunks, interrupted whatever mission she had been on.
Given her condition, her state of shock
or mere dazedness, and because she's probably just shaken up and only a little
bruised, I decided she most needed to get back in the water. That cool quick immersion
would uncloud her head, I reasoned and hoped. After that, she could decide what
she needs to do next. It’s still her life, after all. Turtles pretty much live
in water and right beside it. There’s nothing like pleasant familiar territory
and creature comforts to buck up one of nature’s unlikely little miracles
I picked her up, with her aerodynamically
shaped head and slender neck a fuselage sticking frontward out of her shell,
and carried her at a quick pace in front of me waist-high, her deeply dark and
clear eyes peering directly forward. She was virtually flying through the air,
and she seemed actually amazed though was probably more stunned still than
anything else.
I'd give almost anything to know what
she's thinking, or feeling, as she flew along out in front of me. She turned
her neck right and left and back again, looking for familiar signs to try
and help make sense of what was happening to her. She seemed to briefly catch
sight of me, which could cause alarm, but most importantly to her, when she
looked back to the right and slightly downward through the line of cypresses, she
saw the silvery wetness of the cove stretching out glistening almost as far as
she could see.
From the moment she first saw the water
- until I gently set her down on a flat limestone rock directly on the edge of
the shore and she immediately leaped down and into the water - she had kept her
head turned directly toward the cove and never took her eyes off the water,
knowing she had found her salvation. She knew, just knew, that if only she
could get back to the water she would be okay, and there it was, beckoning, no
matter how strange things had become for her in the last brief interval.
The whole interlude, from tumbling down
the rocky slope to her split-decision, once set down on the rock, to quietly
plop down into the shallow depth, lasted only about one minute.
I think her instantaneous, sure-footed
leap a few inches down into the cool cove water made me almost as happy as it
made her, though I know it's impossible for me to truly walk a mile in her
shell. Congratulations, little friend. You made it back to your cove harbor, your
haven, partly the hard way, partly at the insistence of a taller power, and
finished with a splash entirely your own.
Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Thought Xperiment @JEWanon #jfds;lfjrjfsdr
There's a fluid stasis
as the basis
for those thoughts
that hound and chase us
reduce and trace us
and would erase us
and debase us
if not waste us
real head cases
that mentally race us
instead of pace us
and embrace us
and truly face us
in our places
of oasis.
No my country's not made of good people who make sick things up and stick by them because they know it scares and intimidates everyone else. No it couldn't be..We're better than that. We're not total nazis yet. Are we? ARE WE?
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
The Menace Apprenticeis a fate that's not meant usjust a mistake life's lent uscome to divide and rent usan unreality show starwhose known wide and farfor his inimitable geniusfor lying and meannessand the smoke and mirrormake his confusion much clearerhe's a mental hologram of blubberfool's gold and used rubbersThe Eternal Dolta dodo in full molta pitiable ignoramus \who will die still trying to shame usloves the suffering he causesaccepts only escape clausesfeels nothing but threateven his saliva's flop sweathe's a blob of self-pitywhat he touches turns shittyhe's all about the teardownand meltdown and beatdownmad clown with a shit crownhe's a nervous conditionof demolition absent contritiona public masturbation of dissipationhis excitation now a capitulationto his fear of a fighta scared dog with a bitedrowns in the hate he's sownwith us in the splash zoneand a pandemic he's blownit's your very life he'd ownhe's an exploding supernova of gall and bilethe only space force we'll see for a whilea dark matter show of hook and crookof deny steal lie plunder and rookour suffering his happy placegood ol' arsenic and bear macehe and his axis of weevilstheir role models medievalsminds in constant upheavalsI may yet believe in evilLarry PiltzApril 14, 2020
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