Like many others, I read the news today, o boy, I heard the news today, I did, I saw the news today, I saw it. I even spoke a little news.
Watching the performance of a banker seeking to justify that what cannot be right or a politician trying to obscure the defined line between principle and pragmatism, and watching the news of those who have killed and have been killed, it can be hard to justify the continued existence of humanity in this place. What are we? Parasites in this place?
We spoil, destroy and are careless of what matters most, and perhaps it is fitting that, as surely as our individual ends must come, so perhaps must come the end of our species and that end might be well deserved.
We can glimpse what might well be: every generation has a short vision of hope and beauty, but we lose focus of it and it clouds into the humdrum need to design our existence and count our lives in coffee spoons.
Our vision is both our blessing and our curse. Our poor understanding is our penalty and our reward,.
Hence, viper thoughts that curl around my mind. The clashing of ignorant armies and the boasting and obfuscation of those economic wars are not all we are. We are more. We have a capacity that goes beyond our ability to break beauty and twist truth into unrecognisable features. We have love.