So I repeat, One Nation under What?
Apparently under the Almighty Dollar.
Most certainly not under God—whatever you or I mean by the
term, or by the concept, or “Being”, or Idea, or even by that Immortal Spark
within us. Not one. Not one speech dealing with improving our non-material
wealth.
Sad.
There may have been a time when people cared about such
things. I don’t mean the churches—they were always materialistic. I mean
ordinary people. Like our grandparents perhaps? Our great-grandparents? Surely,
there must have been a time when quality was more important than quantity. When
we cared more about what we could give, rather then about what we could get.
“Ask not what your country can do for you…”
Remember? How many of us can, today, complete this sentence
spoken only some 50 years ago. On Friday, January 20, 1961 to be precise. “What can
we do for our country”, whatever country it might be? And what is much, much
more important, “what can we do for humanity”. For the world we live in. Does
anyone care?
Only quality has lasting power. Great art, great music, great poems,
literature. Great acts of love, perhaps of sacrifice… of generosity.
The rest is transient, fluid, ephemeral. Like money or like many
politicians in the Senate, or the Capitol Hill, or even the White House. Or
anywhere. They come and go and only their smiles linger behind. Smiles, and
often a bad taste. Thankfully, that too is transient.
Sad.
Yet we all have the potential for greatness—potential for quality that
can shine for generations to come; which can enlighten the journey of our
solitude. We all have that potential: every single one of us. It lies dormant
within us, waiting to be awakened. And if in doubt, think of the ancient psalm,
which assures us that: “Ye are gods”. “Ye”, that’s you and I. Each and every
one of us.
I described one such journey that began in great solitude and blossomed
to conquer the world. The book is called The
Avatar Syndrome. Try it. It might inspire you to join the immortals.
Like Anne did.
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