We are living in a pastiche

… a melding of East and West, old and new, of virtuous and evil. Of valor and cowardice, faith and desolation, of forgiveness and sin. It is a crossroads of all that is good and all that is evil and everything in between. It is a land where man can love and be loved with the force of a gale that cuts through glaciers and sweeps through eras and plains and circumnavigates mountains in order to create epochs…

A seeping current that infects your perception then reveals you as a fool for holding your earlier beliefs in the first place. That breath’s real name? It is truth. Truth not as it is known in modern times but in hearts and sighs and in the eyes of the young who have been untutored by life and society. Truth that knows no other name for it just IS. Truth, though it be melded and murked up and dyed and submerged and changed –truth has no other cause to live except to be simply and in earnest belief to become someday, somehow, into being in every breast of every man and woman on the planet, if there is a planet.

Truth, it lives in the mind of children and infants are in no doubt the wisest. For we go through a process of untruth as we grow older, accepting that society’s lies ARE the truth and we can see no longer see a larger pattern, living by absolutes, no longer tell wrong from right. Is it right to bomb Iran? Of course! They are trying to nuke us. Us, the biggest gorilla on the block. As if we don’t have the technology to stop those weapons in their tracks or bomb the miscreants to smithereens the moment their first device is trajected.

Sure, we are killing them for peace. Ask a child about this, and he’ll set you to rights. We are killing them because we can. It’s for no good reason at all.