THE DREAM

 

Yesterday, was one of the most beautiful days I have ever experienced; perhaps because it hadn't been Sunny for awhile. However, it seemed to be a spectacular day, standing on its own. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Today, is cloudy again, but the promise is for Sunny weather the rest of this week.

This world is getting so old and tired. Since I have paid, as little attention to this election cycle, as I could, I am no expert on what has been going on. But I couldn't put my head in the sand and I am inundated by politics on Facebook, and every time I turn on the TV, I am blasted with commercials and the news ahhhhhh...................... It doesn't matter that I keep the mute on. It gets to me.

What happened to our dream of a government that serves the people? Maybe, it has never happened, but at least, we dreamed it. Where are the conversations about bringing everybody out of poverty? Where are the conversations about extending, state of the art health care, to all? Where are the conversations about ending exploitation of the third world? Where are the conversations about ending the continuous war? Where are the conversations about creating a society where nobody is treated as unequal? Where are the conversations about ending the poisoning of the Earth, our food, our air, our water? Did I miss these conversations? I don't mean a casual mention in passing, I mean a seeking of solutions.

Oh yes! This is a tired old world. It reminds me of that piece of furniture that may be in your garage, or basement, maybe the attic; you know the one, that piece that has been handed down for several generations. No one wanted to throw it away because they said it was solid wood; perhaps walnut, or oak, maybe maple, something really good. Great, great grandpa is said to have made it in his shop. It was meant to be restored but instead it was tucked away where it wouldn't offend anyone.

Lets drag it out! Wow it has layers and layers of paint. It is cracked so badly in some places, one can almost see the wood, peeking through, the layers of time. One can see how people have tried to freshen it up with shiny paint, bright colors, dull colors, pastels, all depending on the fashion of the time. Did anybody ever consider removing the finish and exposing the original wood?

Just like our world, there was an original idea. It was like good solid wood, wasn't it? All about freedom and equality, didn't it hint at loving your neighbor? Wasn't there promise of a loving world? What happened? When the original idea started to wear, instead of redoing it properly, it was covered with a glossy coat. When that coat was beginning to show wear [corruption, venality and all its friends] somebody came along and put on a new color to fit the fashion of the day. There have been too many coats. It can't be refurbished without stripping it bear of all the layers of corruption and deceit. The lies, the distortion, the false direction, the fakery; it all has to be removed.

Some might say, “There in no hope of saving this, lets throw it on the trash heap, burn it.” Others might say,”No no, there is something worth saving, we can remove these awful layers and get back to the original idea” We don't have to have that debate. Creation exist, extant of time. The original idea is always there. Whether you strip the piece of furniture so the wonderful wood shines or rebuild it, it matters not. It is an idea. Ideas don't die.

We know what the original idea was; a government that served the people, a government that guaranteed the equality of humankind. Equality means equality; all essentials of life guaranteed. No human being on this planet needs to suffer any lack. No one needs to be afraid. All need to know their loved and valued. This need not be a dream, it can be easily reached.

Let us talk about it!

Love and Peace, Gregg