Penni, jpmac, et al. As usual, such beautifully expressed thoughts.
Worth walking away and thinking about.
Over the years, I've seen some people grow stronger and others weaker. I am amazed by what I have seen people living with, around here, in our cyber neighborhood. One of my life-local heroes is my cousin; he raised three children by himself. I'm in awe each time I look at him and think of it. I admit I would not have thought it possible. It's also frightening for me because I don't think I could do it.
Weakening, weakness, is another mysterious thing.
I don't quite understand it, but I'm getting experience firsthand.
>>>> so far am the only one, it seems, that does not view
the woman as a wimp, but rather as one who is living under
a death threat. I have, unfortunately, known many women and
children, and a couple of guys, who lived with that. They
were not wimps, but they were not killers. Just good people
being terrorized by the depraved. <<<<<
True. Very well said.
And I can not say what my behavior/response/adaptation would be, until I've been there. Sometimes I recognize this naivety on my part; sometimes...
You've also made me think, if I am "a killer".
Even counting the lives of certain others as
being as lowly as "evil vapors",
then the sins being perpetrated by others
become yours; your innocence is lost.
Even acting in the "defense" of another.
'Tis a bitch of a quagmire.
Not that anyone asked,
but I think I began life as a killer.
Now, I don't know.
The christian/buddhist admonition/advice
certainly isn't popular, or comfortable,
(as you've just pointed out and I experience);
but that doesn't mean it isn't "right".
Oddly, I feel I would endorse the defense of
innocents as Samurai/Sikh/Marshall Dillon,
if I did not suspect a god;
but with that suspicion that course
seems impossible. One then steps into
a different arena. Rather finalist, no going back,
and still painful.
Grrrr.
Questions at the heart, aren't they. And they get so tiring.
I envy the convinced.
I think I'll watch some cartoons.
BTW, my heroes are also people who don't remind me that Dorothy's dog was Toto, not Todo. |
