SORRY, SORRY, SORRY

 My bad, but the most unusual happened. We saw Forbidden Broadway at the Kravis Center last night, came home late and a miracle happened. I actually slept through the night and woke up late - that is, late for me! Hurrah!! But now to the blog of the day, late, but present. Thank you for waiting.

Yesterday, while reading various materials, I came across several timely and meaningful quotes.  

    "Like a bird that wanders from its nest

     Is a man who wanders from his place."

Proverbs 27:8

 There is no doubt that mankind has wandered far from its traditional values and roles. We have  forgotten our stewardship of the Earth for future generations, forgotten that we are all alike, more so than not, the differences superficial. Yet oh so bloody for us. We have forgotten the factors of unity in our return to tribal living, violent, greedy, and in all cases detrimental to the well-being and even survival of all. 

We have wandered from our traditional place indeed and look at the results. Look at the anomie. Look at the hatred. Look at the reversal of sanity, of purpose. And here, in America, when some notorious legislators, fascists one and all, state openly that they are far more interested in recognition rather than legislation, when the Supreme Court is described as a group of hacks, well, certainly we have lost our place, lost our bookmark in the history, purpose and meaning of mankind. Lost indeed. Lost in fact. Lost forever?

What we need to remember is the inspiration of Walt Whitman, a man who values tradition and nature.

"I am larger, better than I thought,

  I did not know I held so much goodness."

Yes, mankind does contain within it the impetus to do good, to be good, for the earth and all that lives upon it. There are those who do good for others, who 'pay it forward', those who can be enticed through example to put aside differences and join together in and for a more harmonious world. Difficult, perhaps a bit pollyannish, but the possibilities are there and certainly better than the odds we have set for ourselves at present. What have we got to lose?

Are we not tired of all the dirt and filth too many of us wallow in, unbeneficial to all? Are we not tired of reliving horrific moments of history, proving that some of us are indeed dense, perhaps purposely so? In fact, like spewing hate, like reiterating canards, like to contemplate being free to indulge their worst impulses and darkest desires. Examples? Aplenty!

"The BBC policy was talk about anything but Jews,”. “And now, in our lifetime, this particular year, we find the BBC going in the same direction as the old BBC.

Along with the BBC, the others on the list included social media giants, Germany, the Council on American-Islamic Relations, the University of Southern California, Jewish Voice for Peace, “Covid’s latest deviant strains,” and Unilever, which owns Ben & Jerry’s."

Not changed at all, even now misrepresenting,  purposely misstating that a plea, in Hebrew, from a man besieged by harassers, to help him, was an anti Moslem slur. And they knew the truth and the dishonesty of it all. They said it was an anti Moslem slur - all the while they knew the truth!!! And do not deny it. Is it any different from the BBC of old? I think not, not at all. These lies, these hate filled canards only lead to more bloodshed, a lessening of hope for mankind. For humanity, as man has definitely failed.

But we must not write off humanity as of yet. There are moments of goodness, of pride, of righteousness. There is always that hope that remains within us, as stated by one of my favorite poets, Emily Dickinson.

      "Hope" is the thing with feathers - 

            That perches in the soul - "

 Let us look deep within our soul, deep within our hearts, deep within all that makes us humans, worthy of stewardship of this Earth of ours, of the living upon it, be it animal, plants or humans. To value what we have been given, rather than to abuse it.

An uphill battle at present, but we are not done yet. I hope. I do so hope.

Welcome to the future, the future of our choice. Scary to contemplate. Indeed.