As #Russia and #China torture their populations, the fire of hearts stoked by the remembrance of history, which they deny and attempt to obfuscate/distort, spreads and engulfs.
The fire hurts, but the hurting is right, it is good.
Through painful turmoil, we toil. A great many other foul conflicts rage; their fires of the heart hurt too.
#Palestine and #Israel both claim to want peace, neither can be first to stop the violence, neither wills to turn a cheek or implement full reconciliation where little ever sprouted.
#Iranian women remain targets, victims, punished; men remain slavers, cherished, what is holy?
You decide, you create reality; we all do.
Each on our own, we perceive and consider, we decide.
Only when our realities sufficiently coincide and align to coexist at the same time, in the same space, can we be at peace.
Ask for purpose not, make it; tell it to reality.
Put on a scale #Justice on one side, a mote of dust on the other, the scale is still.
Put on the scale #Justice one one side, #Humanity on the other, the scale waivers, doubts.
Tip not the scale, become not dust, but decide; Be as #Justice, or be as dust, all of us, compounded.
This was not a young platypus.
Pending our decisions, it may as well have been, or it is of import that it was not.
(Thank you Shunakart!)
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Sometimes I post a load of what might look/sound like gibberish to most; perhaps it really is.🤷
Other times, I have a choice selection of wisdom to impart.🤪❓
No, I can't tell them apart either, that is better done by other, more sober minds not yet extant.
For tonight, I have chosen to concoct a short telling, relating to a story about a vicious mongrel motherfucker with absolutely zero regrets about chosing to be a completely, rampantly aggressive dick shoving itself right into any available orifice, or creating them by-need.
If you hadn't guessed so by now.. It's me I'm talking about.. I'm the motherfucker, the mongrel, but only because I hold back with more strength than I care to admit to having in the first place. I don't like to admit it, as I'd prefer to not to be that, but I loathe deceiving.