The digital age it seems has made us into a generation of list makers and task masters to compartmentalize life on the whole as a matter of convenience, conceding center stage to consumerism as a primary component which doubles as measure. Perhaps that way, when the time comes that we are to be what is consumed, it is viewed as a course of natural order. As a participant, spectator, student and representative of this dark era, I confess, I've concocted my own brew of such formulas. Lists of issues and plots to pitch in the hope that of my musings, some become stones thrown in a still pond which echoes in the hearts of others until their hands and their heads work in unison, thus widening the parameter of impact. A growing ring that reverberates and stretches beyond what impedes it. The pools in which they are tossed, I've categorized via days of the week, courtesy of a classic cut from the poetic realm in Monday's Child. Why fair of face is about inner beauty and grace is in adherence to a just truth. What the woes and go's mean to the living and the giving to revel as it unravels to shine the light on a newly defined day.
Half a dozen options laid out over the course of this first week of the new decade while it's as shiny as a freshly minted dime and facilitate some necessary change, as every little bit helps. Threaded through all I would speak to is a calling. To you, your neighbor, your kids, your parents, your friends and most especially your enemies. A call to ignore the flaming fanfare of assigning blame, to insist the best vent for the energy of well deserved angst lies in being part of defining solutions and forming remedy as medicinal aid to a pale and anemic people being economically drained of their viability.
I may not be a dandy of a Yankee doodled, but I've understood the structure of my government to be a tripod, a three legged stool that offers an elevated view through minimal structural support. Works pretty well as all three legs are level, and parasitic life forms are kept at bay. Unfortunately as I see it, neither is the case currently, nor is any change in that condition expected.
The executive branch as seen by the previous administration through its own inflated self image deemed "interpretation', set off in a lusty pursuit the two other branches have since mirrored. The judicial branch capped both ends of the millennium's first decade like bookends to condense the American experiment. I contend two of the most damaging blows to the democratic principle and by extension the citizenry at large came courtesy of a pair of rulings via this publicly owned governmental branch. First they appointed an unduly elected President and then a decade later abandoned the notion that justice can or should be dispensed without fear or favor by bestowing the gift of an exponentially enhanced voice for the affluent. Meanwhile on capital hill, the third and final branch eaten away by the acidic nature of greed, spends the bulk of its time raising funds between election cycles which works because corporate lobbyists are at the ready to stand in when the task becomes writing the letter of the law.
What of the people these three branches were tasked to represent? The losses we've seen incurred by the masses thus far are staggering, home and jobs, futures and possibilities. A trend that shows no hint of slowing though little remains to be taken.
To sum it up, as a single person I could work 24/7 and not ever make a dent in the development of a more doable destiny. I'd not ask another to give at any level out of my own reach, but I'm prepared to turn that as well as many an accepted unacceptable notion on its hind end. Say for example 7/24, the math on 7 hours over a 24 day period breaks down how feasible it is through a hard look at how the numbers look reduced. 60 minutes to an hour at 7 hours is a request of 420 minutes of an available 21,560. A tiny sliver of time comparatively speaking in relation to the possibility of gain no honest stock broker could ignore. Laugh all you want at the fantasy of honest stock brokers, but know I believe in unicorns too.
View the peaks and the canyons from a dreamer's panoramic perspective on a weeklong ride in a virtual wagon, driven by this scribbler of the cuff, and I'll try to tell well, the tale of how our moment in time may yet be made to bear brighter sights. The light to see them by rests in us all, a simple but consistent spark meant to fuel fresh ways forward.