My Thoughts

Why is anyone paying the least attention to these nihilistic, imbecilic, disgruntled losers cancelling everything? It used to be, back in the days of common sense and sanity, people saw good in others and aspired to be the best that they could be. It used to be we reached out to touch the stars, dreamed lofty dreams and challenged ourselves to achieve those dreams. It used to be hard work, honest effort, risk acceptance, and determination were considered admirable qualities, the more difficult the task, the harder the challenge, the higher the risk, the greater the admiration and reward for individual achievement. Failure, and there were always failures, were met with firm resolve to learn from our mistakes and not repeat them for we knew nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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It takes no genius to recognize the troubled times we are experiencing. So much of what surrounds us is dystopian, a thing straight off the pages of Orwellian fiction and yet, it is real, so real, so terribly wrong. For most of the heartland beyond the peripheries of power, pomposity, and population there is dis-ease, a vague disquietude, of life now faded into nameless gray. I am reminded of the novel Atlas Shrugged which described a world gone mad. It seems so déjà vu all over again. Santayana wrote, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” Let us add to it, “Those who rewrite history condemn themselves.”

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How shallow we have become; how utterly hollow our kaleidoscopic lives. Imagine if you will a life so busy doing, never idle for a moment, never not doing, not going, not busy, just being. Unimaginable? I suppose it is for most of us. It is, or so it seems to me, the condition for the lot of the everyday and commonplace: too busy to take a moment to simply think, to breathe, to read, to live, to love, to pray, to know the truth, reality.

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Saturday was a new Memorial Day for me, one I certainly will never forget although some of it I have no memory of at all. While I have exercised my right to vote in every election since I came of age (which is a perilously long time ago) I have never participated in any political rally or event. Never. That is until Saturday last when I attended the Trump rally in Minden, Nevada.

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Where were you that day, that time, September 11, 2001? Do you remember? The phone ringing beside the bed woke me up. Not yet aware of when or where, I heard her voice say, “Are you watching this? We are being attacked!” “What? Huh? What are you talking about?” Her voice screamed into my ear “Turn on the TV!! We are under attack!” Days passed without ending, without pause, glued to the screen, the whole world watching, hoping, wanting for it not to be true. Nightmarish images of bodies falling from the sky in desperate despair. There was nothing, nothing, nothing … but pain and horror and anguish and anger.

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Looking through the rearview mirror at what has been so quickly passing, receding, winking out of sight, then as soon forgotten; all newness ages before aging eyes with their blinking. It is but the softest whisper which so teases thoughts too tired to trouble; yesterday too soon forgotten, today fleeing fast away, tomorrow but a promise never to be met. Old habits have lost their favor; few are any more inclined to don such poor attire, evocative of best forgotten memory. The cassock, the collar, the distinctive tri-cornered biretta worn by parish priests, the tunic, scapular and cowl, the hood for monks or friars, the veil for nuns, all eschewed, exchanged for modern artless dress. Old distinctions have turned to bland; religious wear, once black and white, brown or gray, have become kaleidoscopic, indistinguishable from the ordinary and the common.

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We, whether consciously or comatose, no longer seek the why, satisfied that things are as we think they ought to be in our self-described universe. We have enslaved reality, conformed it to our will, and by our will conformed reality to our facts, to our truth. Objective truth, whenever inconvenient or counter to our needs and interests becomes a lie; immutable facts are self-mutable by reason of equal validity. Every cocoon a perfect reality; a New Eden where nothing is forbidden, good and evil are synonymous, and every desire is satisfied. And the residents of New Eden are gods unto themselves for God is an inconvenient truth and thus adjudged a lie.

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Shall I tell you what is missing on the menu? Why, everything and nothing; close an eye, snap a finger—it is easy if you cry—, then whistle in the dark for something, for anything at all. You see, I told you it was easy. The world is filling fast with flying pigs while raining cats and dogs, without a mention of the dish that wed the dish chased by the crooked fork and hollow spoon. These courses are, of course, the daily specials: here today, who knows what tomorrow.

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The naked truth bears neither guilt nor shame for no garment could ever hope to match its beauty. It is the lie which must be cloaked in subterfuge and cruel deception to conceal its scabrous dishonest guile. Why then has truth suffered such ignominy, so cruelly masked to forbid its light unveiled? The light of truth reveals the lie upon which foul and foolish fantasy does rely and reality therefore be denied. Ignorance shows no partiality for it is a habit common to every creature without exception. Not knowing wears no shame; only a fool denies unknowing, and yet it seems the fool far outdoes the rabbit in its overbreeding.

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There is a chill in the air, a sharp assault on aging bones which despairs the soul of hope, a foreboding harbinger of winter fast approaching. Such unpleasant thoughts arrive too easily and far too often, paying obeisant homage to the rancorous bluster now become uncivil discourse. The vulgar vulgus has sent reason packing, snagged on tumbling tumbleweeds tossed by the wintry wind through the desert of moral discontent.  

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