Let it be duly noted that MAKING A CONSCIOUS CHOICE TO PRAISE SOMEONE’s POSITIVE CONTRIBUTION to your LIFE & TIMES does NOT necessarily EQUATE with a TOTAL BLANKET ENDORSEMENT OF THEIR LIFE EXPERIENCE.
I came with the tacit intention of PRAISING Mr. Lewis, not to BURY him, which many of you began doing with Surgical Gloved precision well before his body was ready to be received by the same Earth from which he sprang, & before being overtaken by the natural processes of which RIGOR MORTIS is but one.
For those of us so QUICK to RUSH to point out the flaws & imperfections of anyone else’s humanity, please bear in mind that a man much, much smarter than I’ll ever be once admonished a crowd beckoning & baying to stone a woman to death for their judgment of her perceived crimes to (& we VERY loosely paraphrase), ‘LET THEY WHO WITHOUT HAVING DONE OR SAID SOMETHING REGRETTABLE OR EMBARRASSING IN THEIR OWN PAST, CAST THE FIRST STONE.’
And for what does our YOUTH EXIST if not to be the burial ground of that which we wish to outgrow, & outpace lest it stain a lifetime fully granted us so that we use our past experiences as the seeds of future knowledge & maturity gained ?
WE ARE FUCKED UP.
WE ARE FLAWED.
WE ARE IMPERFECT.
As well as highly judgmental & as equally unforgiving, ESPECIALLY towards ourselves, which is WHY we struggle as we do to forgive those who reflect the issues we still hold against our own mirrors of reflection. We DEMAND our FREEDOM OF SPEECH, while in the same breath kicking the life out of those who dare express a sentiment with which we disagree. While acting as walking ALGORITHMS who won’t even allow a SENTENCE to spew forth from another, much less a paragraph, before parsing & attacking any word which triggers our Social Media Conditioning, from platforms that GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY OPINION, & replaces our Compassion with instinctive disdain.
Because OUTRAGE & DIVISION have proven more reliable as a BUSINESS MODEL than are LOVE & UNDERSTANDING. And their systems have repeatedly demonstrated to us that THEIR PROFITS will always be far more important to them than OUR Prophets of Peace & Concession.
As for me, I don’t have PERFECT HEROES simply because I cannot relate to them, not being perfect myself, nor have I perfect Angels who in their own illusion of perfection would look down their superior noses at our humanity. But rather the Angels of Mercy I lean upon are mine to claim, for Angels who cannot relate to our lives are NOTHING if not DEMONS masquerading as Gatekeepers of Consciousness & Intolerance.
We STUMBLE, we make MISTAKES,
WE DO DUMB SHIT, it’s in our BLOOD.
And we commit to MEDITATING upon what BAGGAGE our ANCESTORS have passed on to us for us to serve our time likewise chewing on, as THEY THEMSELVES were called upon to undertake, for WITHOUT THE GREAT WORK TO BE DONE, we are but empty vessels & idle bodies for calamity & the corruption of the spirit.
AND WE ARE HERE TO WORK.
And WE OURSELVES will ALSO witness the sufferation of intolerable arrogance that our own children of an upcoming epoch will choose to rain down upon us from their standpoint of the shifts of time, mores, & evolution that they will find their lives enveloped by, mimicking our own stinginess towards CONTEXT & the influential misshapen bully of PEER PRESSURE. So, as we judge OTHERS, so shall our own offspring make it their business to unleash their convictions upon us.
We who turn over every old rock, then act surprised to find worms & dead matter beneath. For EVERY MOON HAS A DARK SIDE, no matter how luminous its shine.
If YOU choose to interpret the Inspiration that my living absorbed from ANYONE, from only the blind alley of a dark corner, then that’s the prerogative of YOUR Mind & not my own, nor will I ever allow ANYONE ELSE’s mind, to determine the LOVE & Appreciation I feel for those who have DONE THEIR TIME PROCESSING THROUGH THIS THING CALLED ‘LIFE’, met its COSTS (& grieves to bear),
PAID THE PRICE FOR IT, then with Grace Attending whatever their regrets may or may not have been TRAVEL, TRAVEL ON.
It’s less important to me that I AGREE with someone than it is that I caught a glimpse of the DIAMOND IN THEIR HAND. Nor have I any concern to join a culture too distracted with its own consumption. Nor am I by temperament suited to cohabitation with anything not aligned with Common Sense.
The great OSCAR WILDE once added this rejoinder to the march of time,
‘FOR ALL OF US ARE IN THE GUTTER, BUT SOME OF US ARE LOOKING AT THE STARS.’ And I spoke glowingly of Mr. Lewis because of the singular brilliance of his ART, which informed my life, & NOT HIS MISTAKES, which did not. Which did not escape the notice of his time & was for him, HIS CROSS TO BEAR, as we must ALL in our own way, upon our shoulders bear our own heavy burdens, in whatever shape they may arrive.