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I keep bumping into things. Events. People, businesses, government agencies and employees, all doing harm. I have to wonder if harm is the goal, or merely a requirement for some other achievement. All I am certain about, is that the world has become extremely dangerous. I have to assume, in short order, it will become murderously so. I have contemplated escape, but there really isn't a way out.
In part, my health is a limit. Even in good health, escape would require a place, and means in some new place. There is no place to escape fully. Some think Alaska is the place to go. The thing is, even if you escape one thing, you end up in another form of danger. If you... mostly... escape government, you then face people. And a lot of people who mean to avoid government are... problematic. Should you escape both government and people? You face wildlife. And, in all cases, the environment is an issue.
I haven't figured out how to do things. Only that my government is dangerous. Corporations have become dangerous. The people around me have become potentially dangerous. China virus isn't even a real threat, or at least not one I can do much about. Masks do nothing. Nor will goggles, social distancing, or any other measure they impose. Try wearing airtight goggles. And you thought masks were bad? I'm not exactly sure what to do. Poverty is exploding, government excess is expanding beyond reason, and companies are being funneled into monopolies, run by foreigners, financed by people who hate America and Americans. Not sure what to do.
Are there any friends or allies, political, economic, social, civil, at this point? Or has it become completely tribal? Or worse? Yeah, it can be worse when even tribes break down. It is a much more dangerous world than it was not long ago. And it is going downhill. As I suggested before, either you aren't alone, or you are all alone. Though the choice may not be yours.
"My mother groaned . . . my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt." (Blake)
ReplyDeleteI had thought I left that behind. For a time, in bliss, I believed so. That time of bliss has passed, and no longer is the danger mild, timid, typical. It has become clawed, directive, beyond tribal.
ReplyDeleteBlake? Should have know. We would not have been friends, but... would have had a relationship... in a smaller world. Neither enemies, nor friends, just... linked somehow. Then again, I wonder about all as I wake to a cruel world. *wink*