Looking around the neighborhood, // as witness to the wreckage. A place where a hurricane has just passed through. The shock of sudden emptiness. The lonely breeze, the shimmering-shift of sun. The broken words, the walking wounded, aimlessness.
The wondering what or who comes next.
That’s what I was thinking, feeling rather sad. Then I realized that what I beheld was the outcome of something epic, and perhaps, essential. It was the making (and the being made) of real decision. It was spirit (as civilization, as culture) in motion. It was human being chewed up in the great grinding maw of dialectic. It passed right over us, the eye of the storm.
We were tested. And we survived.
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Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu. 🕊️