Wild Horses
I considered writing about the Texas High School shooting. A lot has been written already in the NY Times, the Washington Post and other sources. Another breakout of violence will roil the Texas community for years. Surely the families who lost kids will be shattered for as long as they live. My expression of horror, of nausea would simply be added to the mound of memorial words that stand in witness.
Under these circumstances a citizen who insists on exercising their “right”, to walk around in public with a weapon concealed or unconcealed–is a nut case. That behavior arises from the same paranoia that drives mass-murder-events. De facto, you’d be mentally unstable to rationalize such behavior. You ought to have your guns taken away. We’ve had enough.
We visited Long Grove for a while yesterday to enjoy Chocolate Fest. While seated on the patio outside the Long Grove Coffee Shop we enjoyed a set performed by Heros and Legends. The band members happen to be friends, Hiro Satoh, Hank Vandernaald and Kirstie Brosick. This song brought tears to my eyes. I do not tear up easily.
I’ve indicated in my posts that the story of mankind generally strikes me as tragic in character. The tale is yet progressing, and who knows, a happy ending is possible. As years pass I think that I am more accepting of the tragic texture of the story. I see a lot of love, a lot of light in the darkness. Sometimes.
Here is the tune composed by Keith Richards and Mick Jagger. Perhaps acceptance of what we cannot change is key if we are to love, and be loved?
