Contemplate The Condition Of The World
We all stand in balance.
It is relatively easy to believe in a external god, it is much more difficult to believe in a redeemer.
An external god gives you the choice to being irresponsible for any outcome, a redeemer does not.
I sit quietly and watch the sun set in the west, seeing this great giant moving away from me behind the Gatineau hills as it had done for all eternity.
I question everything I have ever been told, even the size and distance of the sun. Somedays It feels like I can reach and touch it.
To contemplate the condition of the world as I watch this surreal image of what is unfolding around the earth it disturbs me.
The sea birds are flying home to roost and the river seems quite and content, such a delusion to the realness of what is really going on with our earth.
Chaos is what I see and hear every day, in every place, in every way.
Somewhere far from me the sounds of quiet are just a blurred memory, and instead, the harrowing sounds of bombs and screams fill the evening air. How is this possible I sit and ponder, that this world continues to exist in this tormented, twisted reality we call our everyday shuffle of existence.
I find my day drifting into thought many times, as I watch the commercialism of humanity, being stewed up by corporations, manipulation and purposeful lies to keep us from seeing any kind of truth.
It is relatively easy to believe in a external god, it is much more difficult to believe in a redeemer.
An external god gives you the choice to being irresponsible for any outcome, a redeemer does not.
I sit quietly and watch the sun set in the west, seeing this great giant moving away from me behind the Gatineau hills as it had done for all eternity.
I question everything I have ever been told, even the size and distance of the sun. Somedays It feels like I can reach and touch it.
To contemplate the condition of the world as I watch this surreal image of what is unfolding around the earth it disturbs me.
The sea birds are flying home to roost and the river seems quite and content, such a delusion to the realness of what is really going on with our earth.
Chaos is what I see and hear every day, in every place, in every way.
Somewhere far from me the sounds of quiet are just a blurred memory, and instead, the harrowing sounds of bombs and screams fill the evening air. How is this possible I sit and ponder, that this world continues to exist in this tormented, twisted reality we call our everyday shuffle of existence.
I find my day drifting into thought many times, as I watch the commercialism of humanity, being stewed up by corporations, manipulation and purposeful lies to keep us from seeing any kind of truth.
Occasionally you will see a trickle of kindness, and it opens your eyes in awe, for kindness is not a topic on the minds of media events.
I watched a video, that restored my faith in humanity if not for just that moment, where people showed compassion.
A whale who had been caught up in a net and obviously struggling to survive, a pod of dolphins being rescued from the beaches. The most startling one was a truck driver in India, where he stopped in chaotic traffic, jumped out of his truck and saved a kitten on the highway.
Those small moments of utter selflessness are the true accounts of what we are so capable of, so what’s wrong with this plane we live on, why do we not see this more often, or is it because we are not looking?
