We are human life, all of us. We cannot escape ourselves. We can neither be better nor worse than humanity. I hear the human soul in the infectious groove of drums and the growl and wail of strings. The human hand builds up and destroys, kills and heals. The human heart races and falters, despairs and rejoices. We are more than our progress. We are less than the scars we leave. Humanity is united by her fierce independence, divided by his loyalties. We writhe and spread all over the surface of this planet, adapting and inflicting and invading and investing. Who Else wrestles with the notion of his own depravity? Who else criticizes her own successes, advertises her failures? We discipline ourselves and we resist, pushing and pulling, giving up and digging in. We train our children and bury our dead. We light up the night and burn down the woods. Who else plants them again?
Let your anger and outrage burn. Cast your dark scowl across the masses. Stoke the fires of your contempt and erupt, bravely riding the winds of your own righteousness down against the evils that men do. But as you crash like the angry sea into the stony walls of corrupt humanity, remember: This glorious catharsis of holy rage, this purging fire of furious redemption, this too is human life.
Hello, friends. My schedule's been crazy and I've been exhausted and uninspired for a few days now. Finally, this morning, I've tamed the world around me sufficiently to afford myself a time to relax and write. I hope all of you are well and I've missed the idea of your presence as I've been absent from this "place" for a few days.
Later. Love.
P. S. - For what it's worth, Saturday's post was the 500th on this incarnation of my blog (I had a LiveJournal blog before this one.) This one is #501. No big deal, just a bit of trivia. Thanks for stopping by.
