Ripped and jagged
Torn, shattered, and tattered
We watch the flow of humanity seeking refuge from the insanity, and we are moved to do whatever…to show that we care…we are all the aid volunteers for the young, the aged, the infirmed—the defenseless innocents…
…and we watch ourselves, as regular citizens of decency, stiffen in our resolve to let our acts of generosity and other goodnesses be our concerted resistance…our willingness to take action to reflect our true caring…
…an unwavering dedication to giving a damn is gaining broad spectrum momentum…
…there are all sorts of novel and incredibly practical methodologies and networks of connections that are emerging unpredictably…creatively…
between the caring peoples everywhere
And those who are in need of much care…
…wherever they need can be reached, we will keep reaching…
…and for those who are undecided and/or are choosing to not care beyond anyone or anything outside their circle of cravens…
…well, you seem surprised that we don’t want to go along with your plans…
I’m not.
I believe in the we of us. I’m not alone by any stretch. We are in this together.
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Whilst I feel entirely powerless over the numerous forms of insanity that ‘our global society’ continues to generate at an alarming rate, there are many things that I can do despite it … I can hope, I can pray, I can continue to care, I can continue to openly love those within my reach … and I can always be ready to act with kindness, from a place of love.