Caroling To Resist
Nothing much this morning. I have nothing to say. This tune though, seems apt for the season. The days grow short, slowly, too slow for immediate notice. And then December 21st is the winter solstice, the shortest day. I think that I will make a fire in the fire pit at dusk, my act to oppose the darkness.
I offer this tune, a hymn of resistance. To resist is to state with clarity, defining what-is-the-case with all of us, describing our predicament. I am aware this will erase the romantic glow, that silly halo over the manger scene, “the cattle lowing, the baby wakes…but no crying” and all of that.
Becoming human is very very difficult.
We must lean hard toward kindness for ourselves, and for others within our orbit. There is a caveat though. Is it possible to lose one’s soul without remedy? It is. The evil that we imagine on occasion is realizable… Keep in mind always, – always know that kindness humanizes, and kindness is what we owe to one another.
Mother
By Pink Floyd
Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Ooh, aah, mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooh, aah, is it just a waste of time?
Hush now, baby, baby, don’t you cry
Mama’s gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama’s gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama’s gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won’t let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama’s gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
Of course mama’s gonna help build the wall
Mother, do you think she’s good enough for me?
Mother, do you think she’s dangerous to me?
Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh, aah, mother, will she break my heart?
Hush now, baby, baby, don’t you cry
Mama’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won’t let anyone dirty get through
Mama’s gonna wait up ’til you get in
Mama will always find out where you’ve been
Mamma’s gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
You’ll always be a baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
4 thoughts on “Caroling To Resist”
“Becoming human is very very difficult.”
I would disagree with that sentiment. My sense is that we are born human, which is a relatively easy thing to do (except for perhaps the woman giving birth). The trick is in staying human without descending the slippery slope of greed and entitlement.
As to the genetic definition, every child born to a woman is a human. I just think apart from language, education to the saga of our history, to the delight of cultures, to the sub-languages of math, the vocabularies of many disciplines we fall short of what is possible for the individual, as well as what is possible for us collectively.
I guess I was thinking more along the lines of emotional stability. Most of us are born without the prejudices that become instilled at a later age. At least to me in that process of “learning “ to distrust our fellow humans we become less humane and need to try to reconnect with the innocence of our childhood.
My experience accords with your description of the damage that is incurred along the way to maturation. I often think that humans are the species most easily damaged, degraded in relation to the potential of our thriving.