How Many?

How many graves? How many news flashes? How many tear drenched friends? How many marches down the Cathedral Hall?

Who the Hell knows? Not I. Not you. “THEY” definitely do not know.

The way we, sic ‘society‘, are developing has made it obvious that violence and disrespect have become the norm. Our music, our glorification of the need to ‘out do the Jones’, all of these are factors in the downhill slide of a peaceful Unitarian existence.

To quote the great George Carlin, “Peace, what a concept.”

To write or speak for hours on end does no better then mask the scar within the author and alleviate the pain of being a part of the problem. How many Siddhartha’s, John Lennon’s, or other Wanderer’s must speak out to the world and no one hears?

From beyond the annuls of recorded history, through all phase’s of society, there has always been that one person, the ‘Gifted’, who have tried to teach us how we should be behaving. No one hears, with the exception of the one who would be the next “Wander“. And they too shall speak as the wise to those who wear deaf ears.

There always seems to be a Mark David Chapman, Lee Harvey Oswald or Charlie Manson in the shadows of everything good. It is ‘the nature of the beast’ and WE ARE THE BEAST.

What does ninety percent of all media consist of? Can you make a hip hop video with no money, weed and hoe’s? Will it sell? Can you produce a movie with no sex, violence and intoxicants? Will it sell? Can you author a novel about just living peacefully? Will it sell? Are there still songs that tell a story? Are there still songs that contain more then one sentence repeated in a digital loop? Can you overstand why teenage girls are dressing like forty year old strippers?

I wonder were we will all be when the rain comes down. I know I will be wet with tears.

Our technology and our society has accelerated further then we are capable of logically understanding and this, this ‘entertainment‘, this shall be what causes the tumbling of the walls. The walls that hold back the dark area’s of being human, that dam the seepage of the excrement of the waste fluids we have dumped upon ourselves.

I can no longer tell you how many friends I have buried. I lost count at twenty-two – and that is just the murders. Add to that the sorrow of the losing the “good” ones. the Sparks of Light – the ones The Creators took way too soon. Cream the top of this sadness with the ones who died via cancer or medical reasons.

But, we will keep on worshipping our false idols, Hell, we will even buy designer jeans and shoes from them. We will still kill things digitally and on video. We will still teach our children not to wear too much clothing. We will still pass out condoms in the classroom.

We will make sure that there are no Bibles our schools. No prayer in the Commons and no respect for family values.

And like Eva Peron crying for her homeland, I shall cry for you.



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