To be released from the search for constant bedazzlement into a rest area along the road I have been walking for years. To cease contriving false romances with those things I do not own and will never have in my back pocket. To get out from under the bright lights of the big city and move, slowly, into a dusk where I can stretch.
I said, "I just finished reading a good summation of the quagmire we appear to be in." She said, "This has been a rough time with insurgents demanding peace shouting to be heard." I asked, "With 'Failure is not an option' as an option can any of us survive the fall of our personal empires?" She answered, "Not without casualties to crystallized emotions and creating powerful memories." I asked another question, "Can sober persons holding pre-eminent positions of power hold the center?" She replied, "A similar dilemma can be found in the hearts of those who stand outside in the corridors of hope."
I said, "The conversation at last night's party showed happiness lives in the minds of the decadent few." She said, "Yes. It also revealed the desperate need to create possibilities for new pools of laughter." Thinking aloud, I said, "The beginning of wisdom is just a monster of a text to digest in one gathering." She replied, "Human beings have been gathering for hundreds of thousands of years in dark spaces." I added, "And feverishly painting animals on the walls of caves and cheering on their favorite teams." She said, "Hope only appears to narrow when those places are closed and decay into the ruin that time brings."
Promiser of Promised Promises, promise us forever, for some die young and many live afraid and all want to live just one more day. Amen.
The hubris that one can control their own resurrection and the hiddenness of the virus make need more visible. Sometimes aesthetic sense fails to develop even in the hardest times so perhaps God is theology's greatest invention. We do not recognize that we continue to benefit from the shameful history of our ancestors. When the center is on fire engage the periphery for choosing where to begin carries a great deal of power. We argue about what we care about attempting to get our story straight and inviting the hope of hopes into hopelessness.