In "this brave new world that has such people in it" I give thee happiness. It is only a chemical concoction away. Or a television broadcast. Or a cable TV subscription.
And if you haven't read Brave New World by Alduos Huxley- well you simply must. When I started reading it I could not put it down and read all night until daylight. It's that kind of book. Required reading.
Since the election and the devastation loss of a dear friend, a sister really it is hard to know how to go on. What to think.
My current coping mechanism is that the next 4 years will be but an anomaly, a blip and soon forgot and repented of.
Yes, I do believe in Fairy Tales. I recommend Grimm's.
But life goes on, unrelentingly. Mum 2 Twelve will soon be Mum 2 Thirteen. Our children still need their oatmeal in the morning. They still need to be educated. And we place all our hopes in THEM. Perhaps in a very unfair and intense way.
Will it make them better? More capable? Courageous?
Can we transmit to them what our generation lacks? Self preservation at the expense of morality. Also Known As expediency.
From Don McLean’s lyrics:
Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer’s day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they’ll listen now.