Molten Mind A’Cooling

If I were to write what is on my mind this morning, the smoldering screed produced by my fingers on the keyboard would almost certainly erupt in a mighty explosion, spreading a fiery tornadic wind throughout the cosmos. Planets would be incinerated by the heat of my rage.  Distant stars, already white-hot on their own, would be incinerated by the intensity of my fury. Ashes a thousand light-years deep would bury the scorched remains of the ravaged universe.

That being said, maybe I should refrain from sharing what is on my mind. If I remain quiet, perhaps only the politicians and those who fervently support them, will burst into unquenchable flames. I think I should stay silent and hope the lot of them will demonstrate the real potential for spontaneous combustion.

No. Instead I should allow my anger to subside. I do not wish either the politicians, their supporters, or the universe that strangely allows them to walk the Earth, to burn. No, what I wish is for compassion, empathy, reason, and at least minimal levels of intelligence to return to the social and political realms.


About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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