musings from alberton
The Alberton Papers Vol. VI, #XVIII
By Dick Darne 8-11-08
Musings from Alberton
Tonight I sit here wondering why. Why being what the ancient philosophers would have you ask of everything, yet some things are not ours to learn. I think of the tally of folks, five young and five old, who have left our community this year and try to make sense of it. The older, while the loss is no less, can be rationalized by attribution to the "natural order of things". We are born, we live our lives and in the end , die we must. Back to Mother Earth, fodder for new life, souls living on, where we know not for sure but surely something more complex than anything man has ever devised or conceived of must surely be recycled somewhere somehow. The passing of the younger becomes a double blow, it is not expected, it is out of the natural order as we understand it, yet if one were to look at the larger picture, one might observe that in the natural world, among lesser creatures, it happens all the time. Some are raised to be slaughtered just as in our world we raise fine young people and send them off to be slaughtered in senseless so-called foreign adventures that are more often than not hatched in lies, reared in vainglory and harvested for profit by the warmongers. Then I begin to wonder, what is different about a culture that tolerates drunken drivers? While they are surely severely punished, it is always after the fact. Loved ones gone , pain and grief for the survivors, profit for the rumsellers.
We are fortunate to have a caring populace here in Alberton, one’s pain becomes the pain of all. We come together at times like this but shouldn’t we come together without reasons like this? Any minute, any time the grim reaper may show up and we know not who or when. Let’s live accordingly.
A few weeks ago we lost Emily. She had finally found a smoother road but we never know the time. As always, Alberton is a lesser place without her. Danny was one of our young men who was a victim of whom? The driver or us? We’ll miss you Danny Boy. Kent, you are in a fight for your life and we are all pulling for you.
After all this, I have learned no more but I thank you for allowing me to share my musings with you. Keep caring about others. dd
By Dick Darne 8-11-08
Musings from Alberton
Tonight I sit here wondering why. Why being what the ancient philosophers would have you ask of everything, yet some things are not ours to learn. I think of the tally of folks, five young and five old, who have left our community this year and try to make sense of it. The older, while the loss is no less, can be rationalized by attribution to the "natural order of things". We are born, we live our lives and in the end , die we must. Back to Mother Earth, fodder for new life, souls living on, where we know not for sure but surely something more complex than anything man has ever devised or conceived of must surely be recycled somewhere somehow. The passing of the younger becomes a double blow, it is not expected, it is out of the natural order as we understand it, yet if one were to look at the larger picture, one might observe that in the natural world, among lesser creatures, it happens all the time. Some are raised to be slaughtered just as in our world we raise fine young people and send them off to be slaughtered in senseless so-called foreign adventures that are more often than not hatched in lies, reared in vainglory and harvested for profit by the warmongers. Then I begin to wonder, what is different about a culture that tolerates drunken drivers? While they are surely severely punished, it is always after the fact. Loved ones gone , pain and grief for the survivors, profit for the rumsellers.
We are fortunate to have a caring populace here in Alberton, one’s pain becomes the pain of all. We come together at times like this but shouldn’t we come together without reasons like this? Any minute, any time the grim reaper may show up and we know not who or when. Let’s live accordingly.
A few weeks ago we lost Emily. She had finally found a smoother road but we never know the time. As always, Alberton is a lesser place without her. Danny was one of our young men who was a victim of whom? The driver or us? We’ll miss you Danny Boy. Kent, you are in a fight for your life and we are all pulling for you.
After all this, I have learned no more but I thank you for allowing me to share my musings with you. Keep caring about others. dd
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