“I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument
while the song I came to sing remains unsung.”
Life is a dance. It has no meaning that is apparent to us.
So we make our meaning.
**PAIN** is the variable we adjust.
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To be meaningful, we must undertake those activities that push us into discomfort.
Interestingly, true meaning occurs when we become so absorped in what we are doing that we feel no pain. We flow/dance/play. “Flow”
(Discomfort is not meaningless pain. A painful incurable disease has no meaning and death would be humane. However in most countries it is still illegal for humans to be humane.)
The opposite of meaningful discomfort is the sole preoccupation with sensual and earthly pleasure. There can be no worthwhile meaning in this.
**HOPE** and **VISION** and the other 2 ingredients.
…work in the direction of your dreams
good (wo)men fail to act
Wiesel speaks about the atrocities committed by the Nazi’s in the concentration camps, and his incredulity that barbarism could occur in such a “modern” age. 1939 – 1945
“I remember he asked his father, “Can this be true? This is the twentieth century, not the Middle Ages. Who would allow such crimes to be committed? How could the world remain silent?” And now the boy is turning to me. “Tell me,” he asks, “what have you done with my future, what have you done with your life?” And I tell him that I have tried. That I have tried to keep memory alive, that I have tried to fight those who would forget. Because if we forget, we are guilty, we are accomplices. And then I explain to him how naïve we were, that the world did know and remained silent. And that is why I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must—at that moment—become the center of the universe.”
“Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately.”
Yet in 1994, near the end of the twentieth century and 50 years later, approximately 800,000 Tsutsi’s were murdered by the Hutu majority in 100 days.
Many were raped (a crime that has no purpose but to inflict pain).
Today, Sunday April 7th, 2019 is the 25th “anniversary” of the beginning of the end for those poor souls.
– Bless them.
– Forgive us.