What’s On My Mind

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What’s On My Mind

You got me goin’ …

We live in a fun­da­men­tally gut­less soci­ety; one in which bul­lies, be they in per­son or merely in cyber­space, are quite used to get­ting their way as oth­ers crum­ble under­neath the veneer of main­tain­ing civil­ity. As pre­vi­ously noted, the Bard’s words have de-​evolved into “cry out­rage! and let slip the tweets of but­thurt.” There is no per­mis­si­ble vari­ance from group­think. All prac­tices, poli­cies, and plat­forms must be one. Any who dis­agree in the least must be not only muted, but utterly destroyed.

We have seem­ingly infi­nite dis­cus­sion of that about which exists infin­i­tes­i­mal gen­uine knowl­edge. The world has embraced the myth of gen­tle Jesus meek and mild. It ignores the real­ity of the Man Who phys­i­cally drove the mon­ey­chang­ers from the tem­ple. So much of the world acts as though a guar­an­teed win is ensured by bring­ing Mar­quess of Queens­berry rules to a street fight, when this fails respond­ing by simul­ta­ne­ously dou­bling down on the employed strat­egy while lash­ing out at those osten­si­bly on their side who dare to point out they’re doing it wrong. Very, very wrong.

We also live in a soci­ety of sacro­sanct self – iden­tity; one in which the evi­dence of a life poorly lived is con­ve­niently whisked away in favor of pro­claim­ing the glory that each indi­vid­ual declares him­self or her­self to be, not who their actions demon­strate them to be. Penance has been triv­i­al­ized to the level of delet­ing an offen­sive tweet. The changed life is defined as that which puts the most change in one’s pocket. Mon­e­ti­za­tion of what one pro­fesses to oppose is a cot­tage indus­try; peo­ple preach­ing to one another and a dwin­dling choir that is rapidly los­ing interest.

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Each gen­er­a­tion for­gets that the day is com­ing when it will be for­got­ten. The love that brings forth each suc­ces­sive gen­er­a­tion remains, but those who gave the love are already turn­ing, or have already turned, into dust. Our time on this earth is finite and fleet­ing. It should be spent not in fre­netic activ­ity try­ing to accom­plish every­thing that can pos­si­bly be accom­plished before break­fast, but rather wisely, lov­ing and accept­ing love in return.

Par­don me my feel­ings are show­ing
I’m only say­ing what’s on my mind

You got me goin’ …

We live in a fundamentally gutless society; one in which bullies, be they in person or merely in cyberspace, are quite used to getting their way as others crumble underneath the veneer of maintaining civility. As previously noted, the Bard’s words have de-evolved into “cry outrage! and let slip the tweets of butthurt.” There is no permissible variance from groupthink. All practices, policies, and platforms must be one. Any who disagree in the least must be not only muted, but utterly destroyed.

We have seemingly infinite discussion of that about which exists infinitesimal genuine knowledge. The world has embraced the myth of gentle Jesus meek and mild. It ignores the reality of the Man Who physically drove the moneychangers from the temple. So much of the world acts as though a guaranteed win is ensured by bringing Marquess of Queensberry rules to a street fight, when this fails responding by simultaneously doubling down on the employed strategy while lashing out at those ostensibly on their side who dare to point out they’re doing it wrong. Very, very wrong.

We also live in a society of sacrosanct self–identity; one in which the evidence of a life poorly lived is conveniently whisked away in favor of proclaiming the glory that each individual declares himself or herself to be, not who their actions demonstrate them to be. Penance has been trivialized to the level of deleting an offensive tweet. The changed life is defined as that which puts the most change in one’s pocket. Monetization of what one professes to oppose is a cottage industry; people preaching to one another and a dwindling choir that is rapidly losing interest.

Each generation forgets that the day is coming when it will be forgotten. The love that brings forth each successive generation remains, but those who gave the love are already turning, or have already turned, into dust. Our time on this earth is finite and fleeting. It should be spent not in frenetic activity trying to accomplish everything that can possibly be accomplished before breakfast, but rather wisely, loving and accepting love in return.

Pardon me my feelings are showing
I’m only saying what’s on my mind