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Insulated in youth we wrap ourselves in the "living" unconcerned with the poor, the sick, and the old. When we are young even poverty is tolerable because we have our health. We mindlessly pursue "life" in a thinly veiled attempt to propagate our genes. It seems the human animal is ofttimes more animal than human. What concern is death?
We have sex and the inebriated company of our fellow revelers. We assume it will always be so but inevitably friendships fail having been nothing more than conveinent company. We have, in later years, only our mates, our children, our family, and our coworkers. Once the time of our courtship is done our lovers usually are dreary companions with only brief moments of excitement and connection. Our children are destined to that same thoughtless reveling that isolated us from our families. With luck our coworkers are entertaining lunch time companions. What of love?
Love falls into that category of emotionality that the modern human seems to be phasing out. Loyalty, self-sacrifice, patience, understanding, support.. These are things being written out of our programming. We stand alone watching out for ourselves so determined to get "our" way that we may see no others.
A friend of mine's mother is dying. She may already be dead as I write this. What good is sympathy when a person needs empathy? And how is it I can see this man's pain clear in his face with no need for words and feel no deep sorrow? And how sad is it that I have made this about me? Ahmen.
Repeat after me:
I am the problem.
I am the solution.
thy will be done
