Wednesday, May 20, 2015

The world got crazy



















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.

 The further you squint your eyes, the crazier it gets.

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.

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