Across the utter and unspeakable vastness of space
Across the everywhere of place.
Take a glance.
I know we buzz as busily as a bee
With little time to contemplate eternity.
But take a glimpse every now and then,
You might be shocked at what you see.
Look beyond the daily grind
And you will find
Millions of kinds of minds
Of creatures large and small
And that’s not all!
They are dancing each and every one!
In that great and magic dance of life!
On and on the music goes.
On and on the rhythm flows.
On and on the mystery grows.
Just because our own brief turn will end at last.
That doesn’t end that endless dance divine!
No matter how you moan; no matter how you whine,
The earth will sing and spin even when your life has passed
Just take a little peek and you at last will see
You change, you morph, you flash.
But, regardless of your cash
You won’t outlast infinity;
You won’t outwit eternity.
Don’t plot & scheme to check & slay and fight & clash.
No, help our cousins on this great green spaceship earth.
Help make this dance more graceful, fine, & filled with mirth.
You can dance your dance without destroying
You can do your thing without annoying.
You have a million ways to thrill
Why pick out one instead to kill?
The sun is sinking red and low
The wind begins to blow and flow
Into the pines who dance with love
Inviting air and water, dirt and sun,
To join her in her laughing life-long dance
“You too can join in all the fun!
Become a part of me and you’ll have won!”
Take the time to take a glance.
The ordinary world we live in is
Extraordinary in every single way!
Every molecule of it sings.
Every moment has its million miracles!
Take the hands on either side.
Across the world, the world is wide.
We’re divided just as far as we’ve decided we can be.
This division shows a silly decision;
Not an ever-fixed reality.
When we see the truth,
We will have won.
Is that we’re one.
Essays on America try to make sense of current politics in America though many of the issues extend beyond American borders.
Here’s a link, e.g., to an essay about how it can be hard to change your mind.
The Myths of the Veritas is a fictional series that explores leadership, ethics, and empathy in another time and place. Our tale begins as the leader/shaman of the Veritas tribe seeks an eventual successor so she devises a series of increasingly difficult trials that mainly test empathy.
Today when we were playing tennis the ball flew out of the court and rolled between the wall and the fence. No-one could get it out. Notice: I said “No-one” — but when I worked together with someone on the other team, he lifted up the fence an inch and I pushed it out with my racquet.
Prior to Trump, I thought that’s what politics was like in America. Different teams working within a common framework. My opponents are not my “enemy” — and if the rules of the game are put aside and truth does not matter and whoever has the most power gets to demand victory no matter what the score is…? What’s the point of playing?
Self-quarantining in a fashion, I suppose.
Despite their fights, their fondness grows.
Don’t you wish that I could teach what each of us already knows?
How to hold a grudge forever and forever and forever and a day.
Does it seem odd to anyone else that — no wait. Hold on. I was about to say: “Does it seem odd to anyone else that the Trump death cult is only united by their devotion to Trump and the only common value in their “platform” is that they value hate and dividing people, not uniting people — and yet, they are completely unified. They are unified about division.”
But then, I realized, in a twisted sort of way, this is actually logical. *Because* they are united in hatred and dismissing anyone different, they are terrified to stray from the pack. But what if they do it by accident? What if they see something that looks interesting or useful and head toward it? NO NO NO! They might be culled from the herd! (A fate that could literally be worse than death if they & Trump continue to destroy the rule of law). No-one in America will be safe. Neither red hats nor assault weapons will keep you safe from Trump’s predations which will include the same horrors that other cruel dictators have employed because they think it helps keep them in power and because they simply enjoy making others feel pain.
How can such a tight pack keep from disintegrating? By listening to Trump. To them, he is the ultimate authority on every single topic. In precisely this way, the entire flock knows exactly what to say (at least today; yes, it could change tomorrow, but they’ll be watching for his tweets again tomorrow or listening to Fox News to tell them what is real). They listen to the Oraclown and his reflection.
For some reason, the real-world evil and treachery of Putin’s puppet always makes me think of these *purely fictional* stories about a child sociopath.
(Not suitable for children or people without a well-developed sense of values. To reiterate, these are pure fiction meant to illustrate how a sociopath “thinks.” For details about Donnie’s actual life, try his niece’s book: