The world is crazy.
Crazy: Meaning "full of
cracks or flaws" is from 1580s
Crazy because we've got rules for our story.
The good guys win,
justice prevails, the Earth doesn’t swallow up the innocent.
Near you there some sort of nonsense with
your partner, friends, work. You’ve haven't done this life before (no - you actually haven't), so you have zero
experience, just the stuff you’ve picked up along the way, but you just get a sense
that it’s not supposed to be like this.
Look further. It gets way worse. Towns get
swallowed up. Rabid gunmen destroy people’s lives. Men swirl around innocent
women and crush them. Children are pulled from rubble.
You think that it’s not supposed
to be like this.
Pick up the history books. Not
history at a distance. Look at the intimate history. The diaries people kept. They’ll
shock you. Sometimes these people don’t grow old. Worse, the choice is
completely out of their hands.
None of this is new. This has always been
happening. It’s just that there’s vastly more effective and less discerning
ways of communicating it.
Close your eyes. Who are the voices closest
to you. Look after them. Lay your life down for them. That is an effective form
of care. Those that cry from far away. Maybe you can help them. Maybe you can't. Perhaps you can help
them as much as you could help the people that from cry from the pages of history.
