From one perspective, it seems Charles Dickens was more hopeful than Jesus.
My formative years on this planet were framed by two major themes – the ever-present threat of nuclear war and the ubiquitous nature of consumerism.
Declaring one’s independence (or ‘freedom’) is not absent of context. Desiring to break free from tyranny is wholly different than desiring to be free from the consequences of one’s actions.
Earlier today I read an opinion piece from a conservative columnist entitled “George Santos Was Inevitable” (see link below).
Oh how I wish I could swallow darkness
Like a black hole of love
Where the global ache is vanquished forever
And no seeds are left behind
To propagate our soul-sickness
It is a very American thing (or, more precisely, a very US of A thing) to uproot oneself and present it as freedom.
One thing I appreciate about the Hebrew Scriptures is its relative transparency to its own national sins. Biblical authors admitted that certain kings (leaders) of Israel were evil and that their behavior led the nation to ruin and captivity.
Searching thru the rubble and uncertainty of the past year, I’ve been drawn to this idea that the pandemic has unexpectedly gifted us with an interruption to regular social programming.
A key intrinsic characteristic of toxicity is its inability to see itself as toxic. More than likely, it considers itself good if not noble. A defender of truth. An irreplaceable cog in the information ecosystem.
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