Hot takes have gone viral this weekend, the sounds of silence
slowly beaten into submission with the blunt object that is all of our
individual sense of know-it-allness. We appear to be fucking doomed, maybe not
to the horrible end but at least until the point of inflicting horrible traumas
upon each other, because we are all so sure and right in our sureness and
righteousness that we have to dehumanize each other entirely. This is not the
way of any of our ancient elders, although likely the way of all most all our
grandparents – at least those which were still there. The diminishing returns
of civilization has created this powder keg America, which always had the
powder from the very beginning of a constitution being applied to land that was
conquested, but the keg seems to feel smaller than ever.
And yet it’s not. I’m sitting beside the ocean, I
mean I’m in a room but the ocean is out there, making its healing sounds, and
last night was a blood moon eclipse over the Earth, and we all stood –
strangers and known folks alike – in the bitter cold wind to look up towards
space and think “wow.” So we are doomed, but also not, because same innate shit
still resides in all of our hearts, even if all the brains have become poisoned
wells of no doubt. Fuck it. You can’t fight progress.
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