My Weighty Thoughts on a Dreary, Rainy morning....

We have lost the ability to discern fact from fiction because of an obsession with people who are not worth looking up to, not worth knowing their names.  Yet, everyone knows who the Kardashian's are, everyone knows more athletes names than historians, everyone knows countless names of pop stars, yet not one current historian doing groundbreaking work, or one current author doing more to transform our understanding of life, dignity, and humanity is on peoples lips.

Reverence for humanity should be the common goal of a just society, a just world.  History shows us countless examples of the complete failure to succeed, yet history also shows countless examples of striving for success.  The struggle for success is the journey forward.

Reverence for humanity should be in every humans heart, yet there are countless examples of cold, calculating heartless humans gaining power and using every means to suppress humanities nature which should be the goal of every faith.  Yet, we continue to allow faith to be used to suppress humanity and spit in the face of what we know to be the intention of belief or faith.  Faith is something to be cherished, revered, and held tightly, given to those that represent the highest, humblest, quest for its awesome burden.

Anger can be useful if used wisely to squash tireless attempts at deluding truth with murky whataboutisms.  Anger, personified, can cloud judgement, can focus on rage and create destruction of the soul's ability to see clearly, compassionately.  This journey is murky and difficult, peppered with tremendous pitfalls in a perfectionist world.  Yet, we strive for humanities touch and grace.

When compassion, love, respect, and humility are considered weaknesses, you have a society devoid of growth, hardened by coldness and tribalism that seeks conformity to set norms of hierarchy that devour those not deemed strong enough.  Mocked, spit on, kicked while screaming for them to try harder to rise up to the privileged status of those within the tribal confines, cloaked in blood soaked mercenary suppression while claiming freedom's graceful opulence.