Everyone want’s their kind of peace. But peace cannot be qualified. Peace is peace, it stands on its own and allows those who can, to hold it, bite into it, taste its elixir. Individually.
It cannot be achieved when the world is rid of Muslims or
when the Muslims rule the world or when NATO wipes out Russia or Russia wipes out the west or when minorities come into their own or through thinking that the only form of governance is representative democracy or through the real or imagined thinking that the only rightful governance is direct democracy or by the optimal juxtaposition of the various isms of the world or the resolution of the real or imagined divide between democracy or autocracy.
It is not the end result of processes involving men, methods, machines, women, wishes, worry. It is not a forward-looking
work-in-progress. It is not a goal where all means towards it are justified.
It can be had, individually, by those who have completely
rejected the linear vision of dogma be it via isms or the scientific religions or the religious sciences, the media, the arts, the action or the attitude. It can be had, individually, by those who have no real
ideal except to feel in trine, in harmony, with the nature of things and the
things of nature.
For the rest, there is this current version of the world we
live in, clouded over by the burst of unmanageable forces. Boiled in the steam
of a tidal wave hitting a volcanic eruption. blasted by doubt, suspicion, hope,
trust, anger, forgiveness, jealousy, admiration, concern, worry, joy, disregard
and contentment. Regardless of who promised them what, where, why, how much, at
what cost. For them I feel greatly for they will die mostly in ignorance,
knowing not who they are, why they are or when they are. A very fortunate few among
them will die screaming with horror “what have we done” when the next tsunami,
made of human madness, machinations and manipulation slams over them, through them, under them.
The peaceful will live evenly among the horror struck, the damaged, and, when that
next tsunami hits, first merely smile, next, merely die.
