The Future's Not Hard to See Here, It's Just Hard

Well, here we are again. Stunned by events in our country with sadness the only emotion that is able to mature in the face of confusion and questioning. More shooting. Unexplained motivation. How does this not point to a deteriorating society? How does tomorrow not plead in a shrieking voice from a desolate future-scape of loneliness, fear, isolation, paranoia for drastic changes deep in the soil, in the soul, in the withered divinity of our culture? In all my yearnings for and striving to awaken in those fellow humans with whom I do not agree, those I perhaps dislike, I can not find the place in my inner being, in my intellect, in my silent listening caverns to see through the eyes of the perpetrator of such an act as this most recent shooting.

I started this entry one month ago and was not able to finish it. Where does one take such a sentiment? To congressmen? To neighbors? To a depressing and apocalyptic end? We often feel so removed and distant from any sphere of activity that could have real influence on affecting change. Today, on the radio, I heard a story about the modification that allows a store bought weapon to fire similar to a battlefield machine gun. Directly after the shooting, it felt as though there was some momentum to make such a device illegal. Now, only one month later, it has largely been forgotten in the public conversation. The influences are just too powerful, the money just too influential. 

In the month since I started this entry things have not been pretty. Most of Puerto Rico still does not have power. Acres upon acres have burned due to wildfires in California and elsewhere. The future is ranting to us to make drastic changes in every facet of our lives. We act locally, supporting social groups, teaching children, conserving resources, caring for our neighbors and our loved ones.

We once dreamed of a new world order based on radical love and truth and progressive use of technology and sustainability and artistry. Now we hope to simply survive the pressing war on geo-political and inter and intra-human emotional stability.

It's not a whisper from a far distant voice. It's a megaphone to the ear.