Today my heart is full of love and
full of hope. It’s not just because
President Obama won; it’s because gay marriage won, and men who try to restrict
the rights and safety of women lost. I’m
animated by a vision of a world where all beings prosper. This may be an impossible dream. Or maybe it’s only impossible in the way that
incandescent light bulbs were impossible before Edison, or flight was
impossible before the Wright brothers.
My vision may be sketchier than
either of theirs. It may share more in
common with Da Vinci’s flying machine than it does with the potentially
realizable structures proposed by Orville and Wilbur. It’s vague, rudimentary, and totally
unworkable without modification. But nonetheless it’s a vision, and perhaps
five hundred or a thousand years from now, someone more intelligent and
determined than I will manifest that vision.
Or maybe five or ten years from now many someones will gather together
to enact that vision.
Because after all it’s not my
vision. It’s the vision peering out from
between the lines of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of
the United States of America—no matter how self-serving it turns out the
founding fathers were in drafting those documents. And I believe that somewhere in the heart of
every American, we share the same vision.
And yesterday, collectively as a nation, we took a giant step toward
that vision.
But we are told daily that we
cannot all experience abundance; abundance is just for the lucky. And to be honest, no we can’t all live like
they do on Cribs or Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. But we could all live better if we just take what we really nead. But this might implies looking more
disapprovingly at conspicuous consumption than we do poverty and who the poor
become as a result of it. We need to
realize that if we create a world in which everyone experiences sufficiency, we
need never fear insufficiency.
Conversely, if we draw a boundary between who gets rights honored and
needs met we can never be certain which side of that line we’ll be on in the
future.
My mother used to say I was
hopelessly naïve. I’ll take that
accusation over the accusation of being hopelessly cynical any day. Because at least in my hopeless naiveté there
is room for hope itself.
I share your vision, Shelley. Beautifully expressed.
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