“all my life I have seen a world that hates evil more than it loves good.”
(From the
movie Luther)
Replacing $100
bills with warm hugs, selling coffee for a few kind words, outlawing advertising
and the commodification of human life, and placing priority on the quiet
afternoon spent in the garden sounds like the quiet desperation of life
unlived. But, in the ever misbegotten pressing need to establish worth, each
human has placed in contrast their life against the rest. In return, forfeiting
for each the opportunity to be something besides the other. But life punctuated
by death places an urgency on the human experience that written in such short
sentences often removes the possibility of developing complete thoughts. And
while the answers might not be easy or presumptuous for one to undertake, there
is hope that the personal narrative can be edited into a complete story/
sentence of each one as human and a part of humanity. But how does one edit the
experience of life—complete the short sentences into one? How does one become
human and a part of humanity? Life often never moves beyond trying to stay
alive.