Fear, Anger, Hate, and Violence – Part IV

Editorial, The Week in Review – Analysis, Commentary, Opinion

06.02.2018

 

Our culture is filled with violence. We are surrounded by it, entertained by it, given a steady diet of it, as if violence were like water, the universal solvent, apply it to any issue. Violence will wash it away.

We are confused about this, and most of know the axiom, violence does not solve anything, but most of us fail to live up to this principle, either because we ourselves are engaged in various forms of violence, or because we stand by and watch without protest the violence perpetrated against others, friends, opponents, strangers, and we do nothing.

Physical violence is easy to speak against, but it is hard to stop without the application of violence against it, even the energy required to simply restrain someone can be violent and it often is.

Violence in our rhetoric is another matter.

We have come to accept it; the casual insult, the course words, pandering to base and the basest among us.

When we do this we lose.

I understand the impulse to fight fire with fire, to not turn the other cheek, but to instead return the slap of an open palm with the power of a closed fist.

This will only prolong the struggle.

We cannot keep digging downward, we will never arrive at a level field that way, never be able to engage in an honest-open exchange of ideas.

When we are on the defense we are not in dialogue, when we are contemplating our next assault we are not in dialogue, we are at war, and in that state our hearts and minds are empty, we have nothing to share, nothing to win, nothing to gain.

We are all losers at that game.

 

Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty-one, Migration; Chapter Six, Coast

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 153, Saturday
June 2nd, 2018

Chapter Six: Coast

The foot paths in the forests were serene and stable. The people traversed them in safety and seclusion, hidden by the trees and brush.

They crossed into the open prairie, the broad meadows, the open deserts and the snowy fields. The paths they laid down were narrow, and shifting.

The tribes traversed them in long lines, marching single file laying down the course for those that followed.

The wind erased the trails they made in sand and snow.

The grasses and the wild flowers sprang back in their wake.

The streams and rivers were the markers of lanes that could be followed from one destination to the next.

They came to the great lakes and seas, the broad shorelines of the world’s oceans became the first roads.

They trekked across them as if they were long and winding highways, herding their flocks by the deep.

The way was easy by the shoreline, beneath the stars, following the water’s edge from camp to camp.

They pitched their tents in the places where the rivers met the sea. Where the fresh water flowed into the salty brine.

The surface of the earth was slowly repopulated.

#Emergence #SuperShortFiction #365SciFi #OnePagePerDay

Like it, Follow it, Share it!