“All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.” Moby-Dick or, The Whale
A voice was silenced. A hard line was drawn. The chasm of division grew wider.
It was silenced, not because it was a hateful voice, but a truthful one, and the wicked taketh the truth to be hard.
I cried. I cried for him. I cried for his family. I cried for our nation.
I felt a spiritual shift take place, knowing in my heart that the trajectory of our future was now set.
Can one trace back the threads of fate that led us here? Can we pull back the blanket of hate, vitriol, lies, and deceit to find some semblance of humanity?
Why is the lie easier to believe? Are people so devoid of light that there is no hope? Have we de-evolved this much? Regressed into tribalism instead of unity?
I'm trying.
I pray for grace, for comfort. Praying that there is still hope.
Oh, to see such days as these and knowing there's more to come.
