Such angry times, these political months, these “cause” months, this era when people are being coerced into hate so that others will rule or become famous or get rich.
Two things show themselves.
The first is that without some moral center, without some sense of transcendent vision, without God, we quickly, despite our technological progress, become little more than animals fighting over a food trough in the midst of a shareable plenty too busy to see the packing plant truck waiting on the outskirts of the farm. Without heaven we’re just commodities. When we curse God that very act expels the breath of life from us and the image of God is battered and bruised again and again.
The second is that if we just paused just a minute or two to ask “Why,” the walls would start to fall. That, perhaps, is the saddest part of these hateful times, that we’ve done it to ourselves, that we’ve made a virtue even of that which is killing us and stoned the prophets desperately calling us to become truly human again.
Somewhere along the line we’ll come to our senses again. Being conscious about God, whether as love, hate, or indifference is hardwired into us. Still the cost of finding our way back may end up being just slightly less than hell to pay and it all could have been avoided if we ensouled bipeds remembered Eden and did whatever we could to find our way back.
The Beautiful Path 