Not everyone has the luxury of wonder. Far too many have been driven from their own country into a bleak, hungry future. Self-conscious about my fortune, I wrote State of the World in 2015:
If we lay out human experience what do we see?
A percentage warm, snuggly, well-fed and free.
And the others–many others–less lucky than we.
Why have we been blessed and not the others,
no more deserving than our other brothers.
Yet I still hide with you, warm under the covers.
I read that the scourge of agent orange still wreaks havoc on the babies of Vietnam
As for our country’s health coverage for the birth defects of our women veterans who served there, the statement is that:
VA recognizes a wide range of birth defects as associated with women U.S. Veterans’ service in Vietnam. These diseases are not tied to herbicides, including Agent Orange, or dioxin exposure, but rather to the birth mother’s service in Vietnam.
What the hell do I know? Not F—ing much. Do I really know that 1 + 1 = 2? Often 1 + 1 = 1. Worst case, 1 + 1 = 0.
How about that “the truth shall set you free?” ….or in the looney bin.
That you really loved me? 1 + 7 = 1
That God loves me? Who? Loves? Who?
That might makes right? Wrong.
That pacifism is the way to go? And go, go, go, gone.
It’s easier to love pets than humans? Depends upon the pet, not the human.
What to do now? Better search for beauty again.
I JUST DIED
What’s it like? Like nothing else.
I’m liquid, and by the way I am we, not me.
Not gotten used to it yet
It’s kinda like I’m my own blood stream
–or, I mean we are. Life is everywhere,
and alive. We were like bumps, sticking
out of the stew. Now we are
interchangeable, if that makes any sense.
Shut your eyes and feel the force field?
We are it.
Stephen Levine died January 17, 2016, his birthday.
“Listen to your life song among the insights that hum through the mind.”
From One Year to Live Photo from Wikipedia