It is one thing to have positive reactions about a thing or person and quite another reality to love that thing or person.
Positive thoughts about ice cream or chocolate, or chocolate ice cream, do not equate to love of that.
The world would be so simple and overflowing with love if it were true that positive thinking equates to love, or love to positive thinking.
For some, a default assumption equates acknowledging negative realities in conversation or writing as evidence that the reporter is negative-minded, a person for whom a glass is “always half empty” or even one of those urban-mythical creatures called “a hater.”
It follows that those who acknowledge negative realities in this world such as hunger, political or economic corruption, or hidden agendas to further nefarious quests for unlimited power do not deserve to be labeled “haters.” If so, all priests who hear confessions would be “haters.”
Love embraces suffering.
Love embraces those who mourn, including those who mourn the loss of freedom for themselves or others.
Love embraces the weak and the powerless.
Love embraces those who are disadvantaged in this world.
Love embraces those who live day by day without love in their lives.
Love embraces those in pain, especially those in self-inflicted pain.
Love seeks to comfort all who endure negative circumstances in life in ways unattainable through “positive thinking.”
There is a consequence of equating love with positive thinking that allows for indifference towards all negative circumstances. A door opens through which one tries to “shoo away” all negative realities as if they don’t matter, or as if negatives exist only as a result of one’s thinking.
This simplistic view, that positive thinking equates to love and thinking about negatives equates to being “a hater” invites those who hold that view to ignore suffering in this world, suffering by other human beings and by extension, all other forms of life.
Had I not become acquainted with proponents of this belief it would be impossible for me to comprehend its implications: those who shut their minds and hearts to real circumstances of suffering in this world escape through inhumanity…
“Indifference is the essence of inhumanity". George Bernard Shaw
Being an exclusively or habitually “positive thinker” does not make one a lover. However, it can easily lead one into a trap of becoming indifferent to the dynamics of this world and the lives of others. I am reminded of a scene in a documentary about fresh water, its present and future availability. Somewhere in Africa, a community had no water except a privatized tap that required payment to access. A busload of United Nations representatives visited the facility, proud of the dubious achievement of “providing water” to the villagers. The people of the village had little or no access to money, so they could not use the tap. A concerned realist pleaded with the United Nations agent to see that the monetized tap was preventing access to water rather than providing it. The UN representative was insulted that the villagers were not grateful for the crude pipe and coin-operated tap, calling the pleading villagers and human rights advocates “rude” for voicing their complaints.
Adherence to a belief that “love is positive thinking, positive thinking is love” is to reduce love and indifference to a light switch. When the switch is "on"one is full of love as positive thinking. Those who are not “on” are simply negative people, or “haters.” For the villagers above, this is a devastating philosophy.
My basic premise for this blog series is that we need a new paradigm or definition of a healthy society, based on how well theleast among us are faring rather than the current one based on metrics of economic life.
·If a city has homeless or hungry persons, it is not successful…
·If a county has residents with untreated illnesses, it is not healthy…
·If a school district does not educate (nearly) all its students to read and balance personal accounts, it is failing…
·If more than a small percentage of children in a region have no father in their lives as a positive influence, then its social structure is in a process of self-destruction...
·If more than a very small number of residents are taking mood-altering prescriptions, that society is detrimental, and a dismal failure.
All these negative conditions, and many more, have in common an inadequate infusion of love – a love that embraces those who suffer avoidable conditions along with actions committed to alleviate suffering’s causes.
The following report shows that economic metrics such as wealth within a community will not determine quality of life within that community. Miami is the “wealthiest” city in America, yet sadly ranks last in this 24/7 Wall St. report: Best and Worst Run Cities in America
It is no coincidence that Miami has a long-standing reputation for rudeness among its residents and visitors, despite a dependence upon tourism as a major segment of its economic life. Being positive-minded about material asset accumulation has left a dearth of love there.
It’s all about love.
This is the basic intent of these pages, to extend an embrace of love to those who understand or who are negatively affected by circumstances written about by this humble scribe.
It’s about love as a comforting embrace for all readers, because we’re all participating in this journey together. An example: that NDAA “indefinite detention law” and it’s inevitable use; people will suffer who should not. Indifference under the guise of “positive thinking” about the NDAA will say, “only terrorists will get what they deserve, and I love my country enough to support this.” Nevertheless, real love for humanity asserts that indefinite detention or death without trial should not happen to anyone.
In a similar way, Indifference will put a positive spin on our present corporate system that produces joblessness, homelessness, chemical illnesses, drug addictions and scattered starvation because a stock index goes up in value or another metric goes down. Loveembraces the afflicted and a need for systemic change.
Because life is much about a struggle with the absence of love, one has to hold back from a temptation to rant about prolific negatives such as the epidemic of violent “virtual reality” games and gamers. Or, perhaps this is a perfect subject to rant about in this virtual medium? Probably so, the whole genre is worsening the problem in a big way.
Violent video exist and grow as an industry because an exceedingly large pool of capital set for creation of these products wants to increase desire for high-tech lethal violence. The common Big Lie is that “demand comes first” and suppliers merely meet the hunger.
The New American Century, a video documentary, depicts graphic, explicit results of video gamer violence transferred to real life. The most heavily armed soldiers in the world are seen (at 1:28 minutes) joyously killing civilians in Iraq, sometimes laughing during and after their kills.
“Dude, we fucked these people all to shit down there . . .”
“The end is near, and all these people. They will learn to stop worshipping Allah, and start worshipping a 2,000-pound Jay-dam that is about to fuck their whole world up.
"That is fucking sweet!”
A generation of gamers turned soldiers whose ability to know or understand love is non-existent. One has to believe that the skin of their moral conscience never grew along with their bodies. There is a high probability that they’ve come from single-parent families. They delight in killing with extreme violence and brutality. They cannot know what love really is.
Some might say I’m not “romantic.” Okay, I admit, a few have said so. But that was based on perceptions that happen to be only half true. This is to say, the half-truth is that I rarely move into a time and place to create “romance” or romantic settings with all the appropriate props. Hallmark cards make me cringe, just as empty, simple verse with sweet ideas about “love” that children, and many adults, exchange also do. Love and romance as I know it cannot be purchased.
Some poets understand the depth of love in the real world, and why people flee from it. Read Rumi. Or, from the present time, if you can find them listen to the New Zealand poet-songstress Sonny Southon, from Falling Through a Cloud, “Too Much Love”
Do you feel guilty if you feel too good?
Look for danger to make you feel bad?
Do you expect the world not to give too much?
Run from danger that hides in love?
I rate no one on Earth, who can do without some love,
Too much love will never be too much,
Too much love will never be enough.
Or, listen to Tori Amos from her American Doll Posse collection, “Father’s Son.” This is a song that makes my spine tremble and turns my eyes into a fountain.
Although I may not agree completely with all the lyrics, the essence remains a powerful testimony of our present age.
"Father's Son" (incomplete)
So it ends so it begins
I'm my father's son
Plant another seed of hate
In a trusting virgin gun
So the desert blooms
Strawberry cactus
Can you blame nature
If she's had enough of us
So it ends
So it begins
I'm my father's son
So it ends
So it begins
I'm my father's son
Plant another seed of hate
In another father's son
It’s all about love. It’s not enough just to say, “I’m opposed to war.” One has to feel it from the depths of one’s being, the depths of one’s soul.
Another song by Tori goes deeper yet into the dark ocean of love: go ahead, jump in.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrrCvJU1uyA
Your Cloud:
Where the river cross crosses the lake,
Where the words Jump off my pen and into your pages,
Do you think, just like that, you can divide this-
You as yours, me as mine, to before we were us.
If the rain has to separate from itself,
does it say, "Pick out your cloud?”
Pick out your cloud.
If there is a horizontal line,
(Stay right here.)
That runs from the map off your body,
(I'm gonna stay with you.)
Straight through the land shooting up,
(Stay right here.)
Right through my heart.
Will this horizontal line,
(I'm gonna stay with you.)
When asked, know how to find,
(I'm gonna stay right here.)
Where you end, where I begin...
"Pick out your cloud."
How light can play and form a ring...
(I found, I found, I found a thrill.)
Of rain that can change bows into arrows.
(I found, I found, I found a thrill.)
Who we were, isn't lost, before we were us.
Indigo in his own blue always knew this.
If the rain has to separate,
from itself, does it say, "Pick out your cloud?”
Pick out your cloud.
If the rain has to separate,
from itself, does it say, "Pick out your cloud...?”
I say it is deeper, because it is takes me into the deep recesses of a child’s heart, one separated from a parent early in life. A bond forms; a bond is broken. It is the couple that joins as one to create a child, but can’t find that “horizontal line” connecting each other. This is life, as it is. One asks, must this be the course we take; the other feels it necessary, no desirable to separate. From this emerges the child who ages but doesn’t grow spiritually enough to prevent putting on that soldier’s persona and gear. Life and its bonds are temporary and shallow, so it will seem. To know love is to feel pain.
To know love is to feel pain, so here’s a new video game to play . . .
We need so much more than that from each other, and so do our children.
