I spend most of my time dealing with darkness. I do so because to present it to others, to confront its realities, means that we are all forced to look for the light that is found within it, to search its seemingly impossible recesses for hope. That is why I spend the time that I do dedicated to the content of this website on a daily basis, because though the world is, and I’ll not mince words, a rather horrible place, it is also one of extreme beauty, filled with things worth fighting for, and, most of all, a place of promise.
In our lives there are those that represent that promise. Be it our families, our friends, the natural world and all of its wonders – there are reasons to look into that great maw of darkness every day and see them as if stars in a night sky, a reason to hope, a reason to dream. There is nothing more powerful in the world than this simplest of connections. Placing our trust in governments, in violence, in anything that betrays the base common reality that we are, all of us, connected by these simplest of things represents a futility in that it is with us that their power rests, that the great darkness spun on a daily basis by those consumed with ulterior motives is something easily defeated if only we would use as our collective sword, our collective cannon, that which bears our teeth through smiles and our universal and inescapable commonalities.
Five years ago today one of my closest and best friends was born. I was not present at his birth, nor would I meet him for some weeks after. But from the moment that I laid eyes on him I knew that my life had become all the better because he was in it. He lacks the ability to converse with me, but understands me completely. He is there when I am at my lowest and filled with an exuberance and boundless energy that makes me realize that even though my problems are not something that can simply be forgotten or quickly overcome, that there are lights in this world that, if we do not stop to take the time to see them, render us pick pocketed.
Today Casey is five years old. And while to some he might simply be a dog, to me he is much more. He is a being that I would go to the ends of the earth to protect and to see happy. In his life he has known abuse (as a puppy) and abandonment, but through it all, even though it has noticeably affected him at times, has remained the same little man that I once threw a ball for when he couldn’t jump up onto a bed and that, to this day, knows no greater joy than repeating that action tirelessly. To love in life is one thing, but to know unconditional love is another matter altogether. And there exists no separation, as far as I am concerned, between humans and animals in that regard.
A very long time ago a wise women said to me - “there is nothing more important than this”. At the time I was probably no more than ten years of age and didn’t really understand her because the statement seemed obtuse.
As a man of thirty-seven years I now know what my grandmother meant, and she was right.
There is nothing more important that this.
To discount idealism as nothing more than wishful thinking is to condone the destruction of ideas. To condone the destruction of ideas is to promote the power of fear. To promote the power of fear is nothing more than the work of the fearful.
Remember that always.