August 14, 2011

  • Turn this Thing Around

    So I rode back to the place where I found that just-pre-fledgling falcon a while ago, hoping I wouldn't smell a dead animal. When I arrived, the unmistakable scent of decay put something of a damper on those hopes. Now it may *not* have been the poor falcon doing the stinking. But it was never possible to deny that the bird could have (literally) suffered such a fate. Clearly the Universe -- or The Great Mystery, or God, or Random Chance or The Flying Spaghetti Monster or The Enormous Whatever -- felt it appropriate to twist the knife in me. You know...for effect. Or random chance. Whatever. Sure, it could  have been some other animal funking up the joint. But so what? Whatever  died right where I left that falcon, you can bet some degree of suffering was involved. And in all likelihood it was prolonged and quite probably -- certainly to my mind -- unnecessary.

    The above is merely an anecdotal example. We all know the world is utterly replete with stories like this -- and far, far worse.

    At this point young believers and lifetime deniers invariably toss in some platitude about "It is not for us to know..." To which I say DUH. But facts, at the end of the day, are still facts. And cruelty is no less cruel.

    Speaking of facts and cruelty...the fact is, I find it less and less possible to deny that The Great Mystery is not only indifferent; it is also cruel in ways even a dysfunctional alcoholic father would find appalling.

    So The Great Question is, Can we right this obvious wrong? As a struggling life-form in kindred spirit with all other struggling life-forms, I believe the answer is yes. And that's good, because life and struggle really ought to have meaning beyond...let's say consumerist materialism.

    Evidently The Great Mystery is more twisted than a mangrove root. So let's not rely on prayer. Let's fix things ourselves with the tools we have. And let's do it the way any battered but reasonably enlightened child would; by taking stock and doing a better job than ol' pawpaw is doing, passed out on the sofa.

    Considering the ineptitude of the role model we've got, this really shouldn't be a task too far.

    And it's not: If you value Love and Compassion, don't get on your knees and look to the sky. If you value Love and Compassion, make it Yourself.

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