Let's not be sanguine about it all. Much suffering will come. It doesn't need to be so. The winds are shifting, blowing cold then hot, left then right. Evolution, the universe itself, is an experiment. It's playing the long game. Some things work out, some don't. Change is a given. What arises, ceases. Galaxies, stars, planets, people. Points of view.
Some say life isn't fair. No I suppose not. But it could be. We have the ability to make it fair. That is one of our gifts. It's a choice. We could make the whole world fair. We could.
It might not be Shangri-La, but it could be fair. More equal.
It's hard to make sense of anything. Us, really. I have my beliefs, you have yours. I like this, you like that. We're the same but different. And unique. All of us, unique. There will only be one of you, me, in the entire existence of the universe. There will, in fact, be only one of everything. There are many flies, but that fly I wanted to squish this morning, that particular fly, the fat one landing on the counter, annoying, innocent, that particular fly in search of food, a drib of moisture, trying to live, exist as itself, well, I let it live. Why not. Who am I, really?
All life is sacred. All things are sacred. Sacred for the reason there is and will ever be only one. Each of us a creation, a product of the universe. No two snowflakes the same. Ever.
It's difficult to make sense of us. Some are cruel to the bone and some are kind beyond words. Some are greedy and others are generous. Some give and some take. Some see life and the planet as sacred, others see the world to be exploited and disposed of. We are so limited and small and petty, and yet have the ability to rise above.
I wonder what we'll become by the end.
