Sunday December 31st 2017Tim
Appraisal of Being in the year 2017 cannot retreat into
the tomorrow without a contemplation of stems and
branches. In too many of us the color of our skin, our
language of birth, the accent on our tongue combine with
the limbic system to mock the high flown phrases around
which the disparate parts of our whole have attempted to
combine to find a harmony in equal-ness and reason.
Rewards wander through the filters and are then judged
worthy. Those filters are written for us and by us in
stories, a winding path to a mystical conclusion, each
one of us a fragile hero, and with heroes it's not just
about how much, never has been, it's more about an
answer to the question "Why?"
First World War following the silent killing of the
first gas attacks a myth was added to the narrative. The
enemy had Crucified an Allied Soldier. Whether it had
happened or not, didn't matter to the viral nature of
purpose. The war had rambled on past Christmas and
another Christmas. In the stalemate, millions had
already died for a yard or so of territory, and for the
grass roots, us common folk in the blood and mud,
"Because Archduke Ferdinand had been assassinated"
didn't really go anywhere near to answering the question
"Why?" Two years later in the November of 1918 the First
World War ended.