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.
