student demonstrations the zeitgeist of my youth/ part 2 fear of reality
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edward w pritchard
All this writing of Kent State shootings 1970 has me reflecting on my continuing case of the fear of reality.
Babies are born handicapped and take a immense amount of care by silent long suffering victims of randomness, Native Americans lose their country to conquest and Manifest destiny and sit listless subdued by alcohol and poverty meanwhile cherished friends greet you as a stranger, and high powered rifles are always center stage in accounts of atrocities be the motivation terrorism, vengeance or religious xenophobia. An endless barrage of sickening reports of horrible news over whelms the senses like a continual leaking facet interrupts a sleeping babies afternoon nap.
Why can't I just accept the impermanence of being and realize that whatever happens is as it is and just deal with it without judgment or remorse? Live in day tight compartments, not strain to listen to the serene music of birds in the re-examined life and not feel what is beyond my control and thereby have no need to suffer for the misfortune of others which is random and to be expected given enough outputs being received from the hostile world.
It's time to celebrate our Countries birthday again. What random atrocious event will become hot news and pry it's way into my World tomorrow, July 04, 2016? When will this endless progression of endless birth and rebirths stop?
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