Operation Enduring Profits
Tonight, my heart is wrecked with sadness for the children whose lives are ravaged by war.
War fueled by the profit motivated machinations of evil men.
There are so many wondrous joys in this world, yet the actions of a few often casts a pallor over my spirit, and I can’t enjoy the beauty of it all. Waiving between anger and anguish, I struggle to find meaning it all. Some purpose in the madness.
There is none.
The only meaning in life is that we see meaning in life. That we find some purpose, a calling, I suppose. Something we can do to ease the pain of suffering. Something to preserve life. Both human and non-human.
Despite it all, I can still find joy and love in my heart. Love for the little animals in my yard. The joy of seeing a kestrel soar above the trees in a azure summer sky. And more than anything, the indescribable joy and love I feel for my friends and my family.
You sustain me and make me complete.
But I weep for those I seemingly cannot help. Those in far away lands. Lands easily reached with machines that run on oil, a substance that some have decided is more important than life itself.
“Amuse me, I’m bored.”
“Okay. Here’s one for you. A real conundrum. What is the difference between the Lone Ranger and God?”
Bonnie thought about it as they rattled through the woods. She rolled a little cigarette and thought and thought. At last she said, “What a stupid conundrum. I give up.”
Hayduke said, “There really is a Lone Ranger.”-From The Monkey Wrench Gang, Edward Abbey