Fear and Foreboding in White America

What is there to fear or forebode?

Are we not ourselves author of this dilemma?

The collective calls forth conflict

to arms, my brothers, to arms

take up your sword-pen to wage war

against the bullets of rage.

Young men borne of a sorry philosophy and sour sorrow,

inoculated from youth with hatred for the other

How is it those who have sinned the most and suffered least are the more aggrieved?

What good is this pondering meditation from a native son of the American nation still washing the stains of his ancestors sins with words, words, words, when words have become so perverted?

Just asking.

The Affliction of Abiding in Ignorance

"I am like a deaf mute with a message of the utmost importance, addressing someone ignorant of my fantastic language, who must resort to a frightful pantomime of sighs and gestures. Laboriously, I am transcribing reality." --Evan S. Connell, Notes from a Bottle Found on the Beach at Carmel.

Where can peace be found when the people are afflicted beyond logic, sense and reason. Passions abide and a cancer has grown within the body politic. It has been with us always and has returned. 

Perhaps with a mind unfettered we can see that there is no us and them, we and they, me or you, no space between I and nothing. 

"It moves and the mind is wont to move: forward or back, to the left, to the right, in the ten directions and to the eight points; and the mind that does not stop at all is called immovable wisdom." - --Takuan Soho, The Unfettered Mind