It’s Monday, it’s Memorial Day, and as I start at the very top of this blank page, I’m not sure whether you’re getting a full post or a quick “see you tomorrow.”
It could really go either way right now.
Today is set aside for remembering our fallen, and this year, my thoughts are particularly with the people who died fighting fascism. Who gave their lives to rid the world of that festering blight.
Only to have it pop up here at home.
The roots are long and pernicious and nauseatingly patient.
But those who have died in the cause remind us: we can dig them out.
We are, none of us, that happy with the state of things, although if you are a person who is happy with the state of things, it seems very unlikely you’d be reading this obscure blog in an obscure corner of the internet.
I mean, why?
But I had the weirdest feeling today that we could still be OK. We can still undo things, we can still prevent things.
A hopeful mind weaseling in through the subconscious?
Perhaps.
But this much is true. Even if all is lost, it doesn’t mean it can’t be found.
It just means you start over again from further back. People have done that and people will do that. It’s one of the rhythms of life, one of its tides, one of its waves.
Only some waves are bigger than others.
Some waves are tsunamis.
Of course this sounds more sanguine than I actually am, than I usually am, at any rate. It’s all coming from a person who wondered this morning, while getting dressed, if it would be better to know the end of the world was definitely coming because then at least we could stop worrying.
If we end up with rubble, though, we can decide how we choose to rebuild that rubble.
There’s more than one way to reskin a democracy.
And with that, I wish you a peaceful day. Guess it was a whole post after all.
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