Do we really have any doubt...
Where this is all going?
I definitely do. More often than I let on, honestly. More often than not, these days, really. I preach love and patience. And I practice, far too much, anger and despair. Lack of faith, I suppose. A lack I experience so often, I can't keep up with it. I don't know why, really. Other than everyone - family, friends, students, everyone I know and all the rest I do not know - trying to impress upon me that assholes finish first and that nice guys - my kind of people, meaning - finish last. Nice to know you're loved, huh?
It's a more than a little overwhelming for the heart, truth be told. No matter how strong we think we are.
But then I read exchanges like this. And I'm reminded why humanity just has a way of working these things out.
"JUSTICE GINSBURG: Is there — you’ve been asked questions about the vagueness of this and the problem for the seller to know what’s good and what’s bad. California — does California have any kind of an advisory opinion, an office that will view these videos and say, yes, this belongs in this, what did you call it, deviant violence, and this one is just violent but not deviant? Is there — is there any kind of opinion that the — that the seller can get to know which games can be sold to minors and which ones can’t?
MR. MORAZZINI: Not that I’m aware of, Justice Ginsburg.
JUSTICE SCALIA: You should consider creating such a one. You might call it the California office of censorship. It would judge each of these videos one by one. That would be very nice."
Honestly, do we really have any doubt where we are headed, long term?
More or less freedom? More or less love? Honest progress or not?
We shouldn't, I don't think. We doubt, I think, because doing the right thing does not always bring instant gratification. And doing the wrong thing often does.
But we also do really know how these things work out in the end. When we're not deceiving ourselves.
Doubt is among the choices while building faith, I suppose. And faith is a function of our efforts. Our successes and our failures.
I'm tired and feeling a bit cynical today. A function of bad choices, I assume. And a heavy and weary heart, these days.
Perhaps wiser heads should speak on this matter, today.
Perhaps one day I might be more like one of them.
