We’ve never
just been
beings of
how,
but things
of why.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
We’ve never
just been
beings of
how,
but things
of why.
We all
want
love,
purpose,
good food,
and understanding,
yet we
somehow
manufacture
differences
between us.
It is
often
only through
the lens of art
that we can
understand the world.
None of us
thinks “I am evil,”
yet
the world
is full
of the stuff.
I think
we reject
our exes
because our
romantic relationships
offer the most
intimate look
at humanity,
and we’d rather
believe exes
are broken
than concede
that it is
the human heart
— individually and collectively —
that is repulsive.
I looked around
the gymnasium,
thinking that, perhaps,
I had nothing
— an entire absence
of thoughts —
in common
with the humans around me.
I determined to find a
thread common
among us.
Finally, I posited to myself,
“well, everyone here
must foster
an identical faith,
a faith that says
the ceiling
of the gymnasium
won’t collapse
onto the floor
tonight.”
We’re creatures
so paradoxically made
that we need
pain
dishealth
and heartbreak
to compel us
into self-discipline,
consequences so
grave and horrifying
that we
almost reach out
to good behavior.
Imagine a beast
so depraved
that it cannot
even act
in its own
favor.
We all want to be the
person
community
business
country
with the bigger stick.
When are we going
to start building something
with all of these sticks?
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