…a more beautiful world. Flowers, yes always a good idea. These letters meant to read vertically make great use of space, it’s simple and effective and who isn’t delighted with a whiff of a floreated centerpiece to behold. I’m intrigued to walk in. Speaking of ad campaigns, when will we stop participating in the current crusade to dehumanize, conquer and divide humanity and instead trust the role we signed up for. When will we care enough about something to take our cue?
Brick by brick the deeply arrogant dehumanization project seems to be running out of bricks to dismantle and yet it has eluded most of us. (The first rule of the Dunning Club is that you don’t know you’re a member of the Dunning Kruger Club.) Will the spell break once the last brick has been removed? Will courage muster from the pile of powder underneath the bricks that once were? Will we build from scratch a system that completes us once and for all? Down with the alienation, bifurcation, disorientation, disembodiment and trauma. They are not the fruits of the spirit. Down with the destruction, violence, drudgery, anxiety and degradation. It’s not at all how it’s supposed to be, just listen to your broken heart…a reflection of what it is that we love, what it is we want to create for our children, true enchantment and joy that few of us can ever believe to exist. For between the bricks there will not be posterity, there will not be an American left if we fail to gather and stand united. Flowers perhaps emerging between the cracks, a reminder of sacred life. It is no small thing this task at hand, flowers may not be able to renew the wonder and the longing in the heart of a time long ago and a place left behind. A place where because of the faith dangling in the balance here, we made reason to proffer our service to humanity. We can greet that which is meant to be, that which our hearts know to be. “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” -Revelations 21:4
Metaphorically or not, it doesn’t matter. What does matter? Everything we do.