I'm tired already, of thinking about war. I came out here to California, to get away from all those old thoughts that gripped me to the past.
God brought me here...
To give me longer life. To let me feel more free. To release the shackles of my past.—to live life anew.
We are only an hour from the edge of the Pacific if we should want to go there. We are as far West as we need to be in this place where the ground still feels new, not used up, not trampled on.
The place renews my spirit, renews me. It asks little of me, it just lets me be. This place is better than taking a vitamin. For here, there is the air, the breeze, the tall trees, the sun baking down on the ground.
All this speaks of life everlasting. This is a place to grow and a place to be.
Over the last few days I kept coming back to your site to read and re-read your posts about war, and my thoughts were so muddled and out of reach that I just didn't know how to start to say anything in comment. Part of it, I guess, is exhaustion with the insanity that Bush and his likes are pushing on everyone, as if we can all keep being force fed and not get fed up. I think even the staunchest supporter of Bush cannot go along with this nonsense forever... it is anti-life, anti-sense.
Maybe the question should not be why does war start... I think we all know why (and all your suggestions over the last few days perhaps stated the obvious). Maybe the question that should be asked, what can we do to encourage peace and maintain it?
I am not furious with Bush for his stupidity or foolishness, but for his hubris. And for his damn pushing of unending war. War is not what people anywhere in the world need to get on with their lives, calmness in the face of great troubles, cooperation, and carefully thought out understanding are.
You have found something that sings to your soul. It is difficult (as it is difficult for me to remember where I am in this place I don't love) to hold on to that quiet center when the world seems to be falling apart, but please don't be distracted by the flies in the ointment. This new place you have found will probably help you to see how the world really should and can be.
Posted by: butuki on December 13, 2003 12:13 PM