A recent sequence of minor letdowns has done wonders for my ego.
To be sure, there is a lesson...
Something about letting go of self.
Something about letting go.
Something about letting.
I wrote a letter to my MLA once. I got a three-page response. I wonder if she even wrote it. The only indication of its genuineness was my "NAME" found-and-replaced at the top of the form letter. Less than responding to my queries, I wonder if a computer scanned my written words for keyword phrases.
But I wrote a letter to the Police Chief once, and I didn't get a response. He was forced to resign almost a year later. I doubt my letter, or for that matter anyone's letter, had any effect.
Police and State. A Police State. We rely on The Almighty Them to protect, serve, and legislate in our best interests.
( HOW DO WE EXPECT THEM TO DO THIS, AT ALL, WHEN THEY WON'T REPLY TO A LETTER? )
Maybe I should e-mail... but there's probably a 4-6 week response time.
Take a second and wonder.... what would the world be like if government were voluntary, and everyone got a fair chance to be a part of all decisions affecting both local community, and global society?
Could there be some intricate, intranet-style, hyper-encrypted voting system that could cope with such an order? Or should we just forget the global world and work on our neighbourhood?
Maybe, just maybe.... instead of conquering (and decimating) every inch of the globe, penetrating the deep seas, exploring the vastness of space, and exercising control over every living one and thing.... Maybe we should start at home.
The quest for knowledge must begin deep, so that the frivolities and nuisances of life rise to the surface, and bake away in the midday.
