Saturday morning is quiet at this time. Patrons haven’t arrived yet to fill the room with conversation. The sky is overcast, an early spring chill in the air.

I will participate in a demonstration of resistance to the administration that is scheduled for 11:30 AM later today. The non-violent protest will take place on the bridge over the Fox River in Geneva. I will add my voice and presence to others, a shout of NO! to the isolated, impoverished, totalitarian state that the president intends to rapidly create.

The passage quoted below was featured yesterday. The words bear repeating, appropriate for extended consideration. The “way things used to be” the old order is rapidly under demolition, being pulled apart. So be it. It was sclerotic anyway, with a great deal of injustice baked in. Now we must begin to build another country. And we will. Building anything is a form of play. We build for ourselves, and for our children, and for our grand children. To begin a new game stimulates the imagination. What is precious to us, the “must haves”, and what do we insist be excluded…?

Let’s play!

Innocence is the child,
and forgetting,
a new beginning,
a game,
a self-propelling wheel,
a first movement,
a sacred Yes.

For the game of creating, my brothers,
a sacred “yes” to life is needed:
the spirit now wills its own will;
the one who had lost the world
now attains its own world.

Three metamorphoses of the spirit
have I told you: how the spirit became
a camel,
the camel a lion,
and the lion at last a child.

-Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Thus Spake Zarathustra, by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans. by Thomas Common, The Three Metamorphosis

Indeed we have a tune for today. “Why did you pick that one?” you ask.  I just like the rhythm of the guitars, and the lyric, – something about “fate” and “will.” I think it fits. The Killing Moon by Echo and The Bunnymen.