As I watch the news from across an ocean, I struggle to keep even a flaccid upper lip. The struggle for attention and power and revenge dominates most all of any media coverage. Folks who wanted to be famous but had no talent and men who craved wealth but weren't born to it battle cruel people with no empathy and bad guys who were bullied or abused, by parents or schoolmates, for attention and revenge.
Here I sit in a little corner of paradise, cut off from the everyday kerfuffle, and try to make sense of it. Of course there is no sense to be made of it.
If one of the madmen drops the big one, then I disappear like everyone and everything else. Short of that, I have to file the sad state of human affairs along with the other sad factors of life.
Love is the only alternative. It's easy. Its value is incalculable and its cost is free.
The deck is stacked, dear friends. It's their dice. I salute the brave combatants who keep the struggle alive and I would love, more than anything, to be proven wrong. Looks to me like cheaters win.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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