WANTING TO BELIEVE
On the farm, at five, I remember
both realising and regretting
that no one else could share
my experience, that each of us
is separate. I still regret it.
As a youth, at bedtime, I would
sometimes hold one arm up
in the air for minutes. Any
involuntary movement of my arm
might be by God.
One day while in college I
had a flash, a “knowing” that we
are all together in our dreams.
Hungry for connection, I still hope
for something to be true.
Nan March 2022
I’d like to hear from you about the dichotomy between what we say about empathy, especially for mentally confused individuals and how much glee most everyone takes in belittling and personal name-calling back the president. Sure, he hurts people. It’s like what we do at war: dehumanize the enemy so they become a non-human being. I’m really talking about myself. I do it too, but every now and then I flip and experience what he and his family must feel about being insulted back by everyone. Don’t get me wrong; I’m a Democrat, but I just wonder how our two different behaviors and belief systems can occur together.