Call me a fool, but there is a faint gilmer of hope.
My grandmother gave my mother crap about having me, probably saw my future
. My fathers flight crew had been the training crew for the crew that had dropped the first atomic bomb.
I have watched the ocean trash dump get bigger since it became public in the sixties. I have seen great leaders of men be assonated like JFK, and MLK. Maybe I need to find that sermon I gave on "Love" in 1970, dust it off and try it again. Do not get too damned excited it was my only sermon, my sermon on the rock.
If I were to follow my grandmothers thinking and most your comments, I would give up and commit suicde. But damn it, trust me I cuss way better and more often than that, there must be a way. We have been on the earth for two hundred thousand years or more and lived through some very major catastrophic events, not god driven, and evolved. You could say that mankind has given the common cockroach a run for his money. I have even heard someone referr to mankind as a parasite.
There are two major hurdles for progressive/scientific movements to overcome and the first is fear and the second is hate. Just ask General George Washington and President Abraham Lincoln. It took years to retool human thinking that world was in fact flat and not round ~ okay, just having some fun here ~ damn it lighten up
I watched a chicken figure out how to fly up to a small opening, go though the opening to get food. We had a hen that was breaking eggs before we had a chance to collect them. I tried a couple of Internet suggestions like blowing out eggs, and then filling them with soap or spicy hot sauce, but nothing seemed to work. So I divided the cage with a patch work of plywood except one small hole at the top corner. I gave the hen her own food and water and began enjoying our freshly laid eggs once again. Problem was, I forgot after a while about the problem hen since all seemed well ~ I forgot to feed her:-( I went out one day to find her back with the other hens. I rediscovered the hole I had not covered and all her water and food was gone. She had figured out how to get to where there was food. Chickens can think ~ oh, and she stopped breaking eggs
Have you ever asked why? I lived close to the Watts riots in the sixties and had a glimpse of wonder why the blacks did not go beyond a certain boundary. Then later in life I visited Yellow Stone National Park. Driving along a highway that paralleled a river I found a marker that said no fishing down river. I stopped the car to look at the thick trout mass swimming down river of an imaginary line and only one or two trout that ventured up river. In both cases it was fear and most certain death once crossing those imaginary lines, and they knew it.
We need to force ourselves beyond the fear of a flat world and embrace a multidimensional world. My trying to verbalize this is my attempt to get you off the dime and moving across that imaginary line and help we the people. FYI ~ those "we the people" are your sister, brother, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather and my granddaughter and grandson. "There is nothing to fear, but fear itself" according to President Woodrow Wilson, I believe.
If my chicken can, you can
