"...cosmic Naderism..."-
inanis et vacua
But how much compromise before we lose what matters, the very things that make the compromise necessary? Won't there be a moment when we trade another year or two of relative stability for even greater chaos, after? It's that argument of eugenic heartlessness, which takes place as the indigenous peoples of the world are being sacrificed in a eugenic formula of out-of-sight-out-of-mind. And the indigenous creatures that don't share our linguistic wonderfulness, but speak in the more subtle tones of the oldest way. Which we no longer consciously hear.
Because we want a world that works without requiring work to make it happen. We want control but we don't want the god-like responsibilities that come with god-like dominance.
Defense is work. Scramblng to stay on top of events that are spinning out of the range of our lightning-perception apparatus is work. We're already working. Have we got the reserves to take what's coming, and direct it manually toward rational goals? Is it impossible to turn back?
Comfort is great. But sacrificing the world as it might have been, or could still be, to make my little day's edges softer makes me uncomfortable. Unless I ignore the transaction, the real terms of the bargain.
Kerry isn't going to change directions, that much is clear. He may bring a more honest presence to the image we present, which may help. But so far all I see is the same frantic mechanical fervor, with the wrench shifting from the right hand to the left.
The debate is really about whether we're going through the guard rail at 8 frames per second, or whether we already have.
-
It creates guilt, and I don't have a plan. But the plan isn't being presented by anyone else either. Silence? Now?
I'm more aware each day of the bravery of unseen heroes. I don't know how to say that without sounding pompous and rhetorical. Guys who are operating at full extension with only faith behind them.
Like professional emergency personnel it can make a civilian feel inadequate and weak.
I'm trying to bring it back from the edge. But not all the way to the rotten center.
I saw a .jpg once of a boat on a mountain road, and still attached to the trailer hitch at the front of its trailer was a pick-up, hanging off the cliff by the side of the road the boat was still on. And there was a guy in the truck. And some other guys looking down at him from the roadside.
My fear is being, not the guy, but someone who does the wrong thing trying to get him back to safety. Or the hitch itself, some link in the chain that breaks or sticks or doesn't work.
Silence would be a better gamble. A lot of people are choosing that. Partial truths are indefensible, yet they're all we have.
I'll start with this. Get rid of Bush and his cloud of encephalitic parasites. And stay clear that it didn't start with him, or even near him. And make damn sure Kerry isn't just some cunning bait-and-switch.
