It should give you pause to consider that, in the midst of boundless greed, enmeshed in the near cult of self, rushing always to go nowhere quickly, certain the problems of the world, can be solved tomorrow, using resources that may never be replenished or substituted for,
when we are dead and buried, we will be the fossil fuels that future generations rightfully shun in horror.
We marched regularly, often carring placards, this week against an insane war in a place we had no busines being, next week for the racial justice promised for a century but never delivered, and then for the ecology, trying to save the world that our parents promised for us as little children and failed to provide, choking through the smog and the teargas, scraping knees on the concrete as we were pushed back, pushed away, pushed into a corner.
Then we were marching in uniform, across the pavement in Texas, Lackland, Fort Sam Houston, sergeants always by our sides, always willing to remind us that we were dirt, incompetent, useless, but they’d make us into soldiers, they would find the cohesiveness we lacked.
Now we are struggling not to march, not to be lemmings headed for the cliff, not to give up the small victories once won,not at war now, still searching for justice for all, still chokng on the air we have made putrid, and we teach our grandchildren how to march, how never to give up.
The first one felt right, there was nothing deeper considered, just that feeling that now, I know, anyone might have provided but then, it was something in a world of nothing.
The second, really, was certainly right, for life this time, the wisdom of a single failure enough to ensure success, and when it came apart thirty years later, it was apparent it was never right, just more than nothing.
This one is right, for it does not require feeling so, merely being in her presence, a completeness I never knew, which explains why this time nothing can get in the way of the ultimate everything.
Many say that the end of the world is upon us, that we will all be replaced by electronics, but of that I have no fear, for electronics may claim to be smarter than we are, but if you’ve ever tried to interconnect or network them, you know that half of the time they will fail miserably and even in those rare cases where they work initially they will soon enough fail.
So I think I will live on, keep pad and pen at hand, and just for safety sake, a box of candles and matches.