I'm sitting up late again, on my own. Reading blog after blog. Mostly they're talking about the war, if we can call it that. As I read, I learn more and more about what's going on. Horrible, inhuman stuff driven by scheming and superficial sub-humans.
But none of it surprises me, none of it leads me to a different perception. It only serves to confirm my beliefs and fears.
Michael O'Connor Clarke offers this. Read it, and laugh nervously, then weep.
Stavros the Wonder Chicken rants against those of us who avert our eyes at the sheer "Ugliness and Ickiness", as well he might. He tells us to "get some anger".
And so we should. Maybe. I agree, that unless we've had some personal experience of all this and it's genuinely too painful, opting out is not an option. But no anger, not any more; the only thing I can feel right now is sorrow.
And so I shall express my sorrow. Perhaps from sorrow can come determination, resolve and action. Perhaps there's been enough anger. Perhaps there's been enough destructive, negative thought and action. Perhaps sorrow, and thence hope, might ultimately find us a way forward.
Perhaps I should just get to bed.
11:27:40 PM 
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