The Youth: An Essay

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I interviewed residents of Seattle about Youth, and from their responses I arrived at my thesis: all of humanity is the youth.

Here we are, all of us. We’re all here, constantly spinning, constantly rotating, and constantly revolving so as to keep sole to soil: Earth. It is the year 2010 for Christ sake, just ask around. Most of the enveloped world seems to agree that the Gregorian calendar is quite correct to advertise anno Domini 2010. Isn’t it correct that two thousand ten years have passed since the virgin birth of Mr. Jesus of Nazareth? Blink.

We breathe, we think, we struggle, we strive to find purpose in the process, this process we call ????, beatha, jeevan, maisha, life. Here, on this aqueous orb of soilmongers, we believe. For, we believe it is the year 4708 according to the Zh?ngguo(Pronounced: Joong-gwaar) lunar cycle: commence the Tiger of 4708, may its claws rip right through this papier mache’d life. Meanwhile in Nepal it is not 4708 at all. Nepal is 2066 years, yawn, young. We should teleport to Iran where the Persian calendar tells us that it is the year 3748. Stop. 2010, 4708, 2066, and 3748, let these numbers wrap around your spinal column twice. Here we are, all of us, we’re all here living in different frames of time, space, and theory. But why? What separates the 2010 Western folk from the 4708 Zh?ngguó ren? Who’s calendar is more accurate, and how long ago, exactly, is 110 years?

One hundred ten years ago, a couple of years before the New England chemist Bertram Borden Boltwood, Bertram Borden Boltwood! Bertram Borden Boltwood!, discovers anything about plumbum, aka lead, German physicist Max Planck is looking to hem the invisible vibrating strings that seem to weave across the ethereal dominion, fashioning a quantum tapestry called the universe. The mind is an incredible force, a wonder beneath all of our skulls! We look. We listen. We try. We fail. We try again. We learn.
In 1907 Bertram Boltwood learns something basic about the poisonous heavy metal we call lead. He learns that lead is the leftover residue from decayed elements such as uranium and thorium. “Elementary, my dear Watson, elementary.” The language of Sherlock Holmes is truly insightful: It’s elementary. This word elementary derives from the Latin root elementarius, elementum, or simply element which the on-line etymology dictionary defines as: “earth, air, fire, water – rudiment, first principle, matter in its most basic form – atmospheric force.” It is elementary then isn’t it? Some of the most basic components of life are indeed elementary. Uranium and thorium, while sounding highly complex, are actually very rudimentary or basic. The Oxford American dictionary defines Uranium as a “radioactive, gray, dense, metallic element, capable of nuclear fission[splitting] and used as a source of nuclear energy.” Thorium has an even simpler definition: “radioactive metallic element.”

When I hear the word lead I immediately think pencil, or better yet the walls of the house I grew up in. Whereas most pencil cores on the market today are made out of graphite; the walls inside of the house I grew up in have a base coat of lead paint. Why lead? What is it exactly, and what makes it so special?

 The National Institute for Environmental Health Sciences describes lead as: “a highly toxic metal found in small amounts in the earth’s crust.” In other words: lead is awfully notorious. As tool users, we tend to excavate tons of lead and use it to manufacture ammunition, and batteries; we even use it as a shield against X-Ray and gamma-ray radiation. In my opinion lead is not incredibly special. Lead is classified as a “poor metal,” it’s poisonous to us tool users, it’s not rare, and it can even be produced! This stuff literally shows up everywhere, which brings us back to the Yale graduate: Mr. Bertram Borden Boltwood.

Oh have you forgotten about him? Please do not forget about him, he is well to do.

FACT: The Ancient Romans used plumbum for making water pipes and lining baths. So, the next time the pipes explode in your house, feel free to call up your neighborhood “plum bum” for service.

Bertram that ole’ meddler! He’s constantly finding things out because he meddles. He’s not the only one though, evidently his grandfather helped found Amherst College, and let’s not even mention his cousin Ralph Waldo Emerson. Take notes kids: the more you meddle, the more you know; just be careful in your meddling, especially when meddling with poisonous materials like plumbum!

It’s 1907 and every chemist either looks up to or curses, out of jealousy, Mr. Ernest Rutherford the father of nuclear physics. Once upon a time Mr. Rutherford and radiochemist Mr. Frederick Soddy meddled and figured out that uranium breaks down into thorium, and eventually decays into lead in a predictable sequential or serial fashion. This sequence or series is valuable to Boltwood because it can be measured, and there’s nothing that would make a man like Boltwood more pleased than to measure something. So, he does. Boltwood observes that once the uranium decays completely, leaving only lead, the remaining lead acts as a kind of meter, or clock. Boltwood looks at the lead, does some calculations, and is able to hypothesize the age of not only uranium, but the earth itself!!!

Blessed be the day! The venomous shadows of ignorance have finally been illuminated! Oh no! Up there in the sky, hanging so valiant and meek! Is it –  no it couldn’t be –  oh brother, I think it is. It’s, it’s, it’s Churchman! Yes Churchman, we all know Churchman. Churchman is neither hero nor villain, friend nor foe, fool nor wise man. He is just Churchman, and whenever a scientist or anyone for that matter goes meddling and concludes a new discovery Churchman appears. He spreads his holy wings and he’s off! Dashing to the high heavens in a flash; he oversees all that is wicked, and when a heathen is spotted he bringeth down the most critical thwarting to that one who dare challenge what is perfect in his – God’s world. He is: Churchman.

A Moment of silence, please, for Mr. Bertram Borden Boltwood. He suffered from depression and committed suicide August 15, 1927; 19 days after his 57th birthday. Roar In Peace.

Well, Churchman seems to have caught up with me, and was poised to find out that I’m writing an essay about God’s Youth, I tried to tell him that the essay isn’t exactly about God’s Youth, but to my reply he reaches one well manicured hand out to my forehead, smiles upon me and says “it’s going to be okay my child.” He then gives me some bread and Welches grape juice. I ask him if he has any cheese eggs, he seemed to answer with a furrowed brow. “I guess that’s a no?” I say. He smiles. So, I thank him for the snack. Just as I am about to get back to my business he insists that I interview him for this essay, “in order to keep fact from heathen fiction” as he calls it. So, I say sure. I don’t think I really could have said no, the guy has some kind of wings and can fly. The last thing I need is to be dropped off somewhere... Anyway, here’s the interview:

CM: Please turn with me to Genesis 1:1.
JVK:  “We’re waiting for you, come and join us now, we need you with us, come and join us now?”
CM: Not that Genesis!
JVK: Oh, my bad, I thought...
CM: The Holy Bible VeraKat, the Holy Bible. Here take one.
JVK: Okay, “in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.”
CM: Precisely.
JVK: Well, okay, the thing is...
CM: A-maaazing graaace how sweeeeet the sound.
JVK: Well, yeah okay, but Mr. Churchman...
CM: Yes?
JVK: God created the heavens and the earth?
CM: Yes.
JVK: How long ago was that?
CM: See now Mr. VeraKat, God is the Alpha and Omega. Concepts like ago need not apply to God; for, His power is so magnificent that neither you nor I can even begin to fathom the date in which God created the Heavens and Earth.
JVK: Well, okay.
CM: Yess! Yes!
JVK: Okay but the thing is...
CM: I oooonce waaaaas loooost but nooooow I’m foooound.
JVK: The thing is, if God’s power is so magnificent that neither you nor I can even begin to fathom the date of creation, then what about the Ussher Chronology?
CM: Well, it is Wednesday and I must be off to Bible study, but good luck with your essay! I pray that the words you write are God’s words, not that repugnant heathen fiction!
JVK: Wait! But the Ussher Chronology Churchman!
CM: I really must be going! Godspeed Mr. VeraKat!
JVK: Hey!!! You can’t just fly away Churchman! One day you’ll have to stay and talk! Stay and talk!!!

And just like that he flew away. He didn’t even tell me his thoughts on the Ussher Chronology! I don’t even know why there’s such a huge debate about the beginning anyway. What’s the big deal about Archbishop James Ussher reasoning that the first day of creation began around 6000 years ago at nightfall preceding Sunday, October 27, 4004 BC, in the proleptic Julian calendar, near the autumnal equinox. Why does it matter that Mr. Boltwood’s data dates the age of the earth at approximately 2.2 billion years? More current research suggests that the age of the earth is closer to 4.54 billion years anyway. So, why the big debate? It seems to me that we should all agree that the universal “beginning” is one party that all of us, tool users living today, completely missed out on. So, none of us can be absolutely certain about the beginning. None of us without a time machine anyway...

Well, I do kinda have a time machine. Through cellular technology I traveled back in time with my Mother, Mrs. Natalie Ann, to October 1984! This date is pretty significant for many reasons: The Provisional Irish Republican Army attempts to assassinate Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher and the British Cabinet in the Brighton hotel bombing, the world learns from BBC News TV reports that a famine is plaguing Ethiopia, The Terminator is released in theaters nationwide, Indian Prime Minister Indira Gandhi is assassinated, Desmond Tutu is awarded the Nobel Peace Prize, and somewhere in the midst of all of this I am conceived. In the beginning, before Chocolate Rain, there was Purple Rain by Prince and his backing band The Revolution. I was conceived at a time when people all over the world were singing “Let’s go crazy! Let’s get nuts! Look 4 the purple banana! ‘Till they put us in the truck, let’s go!” It was a perfect time to be in the womb, nice and safe. I was just a wee little embryo kicking it in a jacuzzi of amniotic fluid back in those days. Now I’m a grown ass man, and I want some answers! So, I called up my Moms to get the low low. Here’s what she had to say:

JVK: How did you feel when you found out that you were going to be carrying me around for nine months?

MOM: Wonderful! I talked to your dad about having another kid because Matt was becoming selfish, and he needed a brother or sister to learn how to have a family; so, we had more than one kid. I didn’t want him to be a spoiled only child, and then the next thing you know I was pregnant! And I was happy when I found out.

JVK: Did you hope that I was going to be a boy or a girl?

MOM: A girl!

JVK: Why did you want a girl?

MOM: (pause) I don’t know I just always wanted a little girl to dress up, with her little hair and all that stuff, you know.

JVK: Yeah. So, since you’ve had both a boy and a girl, two boys and one girl, does carrying a boy around differ from carrying a girl around?

MOM: Yes! You were more active. You were the most active of your brother and sister. It seemed like you had gall, or – like the way you skateboard, and you were active like you were doing all of those things for nine months like you were swimming, and mountain climbing, and I used to calm you down – I would catch your foot or your hand and rub it. You know to calm you down, you were very active.

JVK: That was my next question! What was it like to carry me around, but you answered that!

MOM: But you could hear too! You could hear, you would listen – I mean, I would listen to jazz and all of that, and read to you and all of that, and sing to you – but one time I was on the platform in the subway, you know, horn went off and you jumped; so, you were listening all the time! (laughs) You were listening all the time!

JVK:  What names did you have picked out for me?
MOM: (pause) I never picked a name other than Jonathan. You know Danny, Mama’s boyfriend, I was going to name you Daniel, but I didn’t like the way he was going to treat Mama (my Granny.) So, I thought no, I don’t want that on you. So, then I thought about my uncle Jonny; you’re named really after him. He was ain’t Rebecca’s husband who Becky (my sister) is named after. I named you after my uncle down in Alabama, but Mr. Shaw from next door thinks I named you after him because he took me to the hospital because your father wasn’t here.

JVK: Okay, so you decided on Jonathan Evan...

MOM: It just clicked, I said Jonathan Evan.

JVK: So, was that months before I was born?

MOM: Months before you were born, months before.

JVK: How hard is it to give birth?

MOM: How hard?

JVK: Yeah.

MOM: Well, for me it’s very hard because my cervix is so small, and you were so big, you were huge, and I was huge; I weighed 198 pounds; I was almost 200 pounds, and it was mostly fluid and you –  and the problem was they saw the twin, the other twin, and they searched everywhere inside of me for the other baby, and because they had to get you out, they pulled you out, and then they were searching for the other baby, and I tell you my body felt it because my stomach was so – it’s just like I had – you would see it! – If you saw people that had twins [the way] that stomach would sag down to the ground, I had to wear this special girdle and everything – but they couldn’t find it. They thought I was gonna sue them – I’m like “I’m not gonna sue anybody!” Why would I sue anybody? It was God’s intervention. I didn’t get into that...because then they would have been thinking I’m crazy; so, I knew it was God’s intervention – and you just had curly hair, and you looked like a little yellow banana, beautiful eyes, you just looked at my face, and I just made sure they laid you on my chest, and I kissed you, and I said “oh Jonathan you’re so beautiful!”

JVK: How much did I weigh?

MOM: You were eight pounds and 1 ½ ounces I think – you were eight pounds, and you were 20 inches long.

JVK: Did I cry and whine when I was born?

MOM: You was peein and holl’n!

JVK: Oh.

MOM: They were cheering, Dr. Bastian and Dr. Smith, oh it was awesome! See I had these people in my life for a long time; they were like friends, and they loved yall.

JVK: Did I have an odor?

MOM: Yeah you had an odor! You smelled like the amniotic fluid.

JVK: Oh okay does it smell bad?

MOM: It’s a mixture of blood and – it smells like the sea.  it’s a sealike smell.

JVK: Oh really, hmm.

MOM: Salty, it smells salty.
JVK: Was I excited and happy to be here, once I stopped cryin’ and peein and hollerin?

MOM: Yes you were happy, you looked at me, you looked at your dad, you looked at everybody. You just looked happy, and then once you got your ninny juggs you were even happier!

I breastfed you for about three months, but after that, because I had to go right back to work, my milk spoiled. It would make you sick so I had to put you on that Isomil and soy milk, but you loved it. You loved it. I didn’t like it because it made you smell like you were a plant, and I hated that, but it was good for you because it helped you with your asthma, and all this other stuff. But you didn’t have asthma then, you didn’t have asthma until you were a toddler, and you went out in that yard, and that triggered it. But you were beautiful, you were just like a little king coming in. You were confidant because you knew I loved you. I sang to you. You knew who I was. You knew my voice, you knew I was momma. We were like peanut butter and jelly. You know how I am about my babies I want yall close to me, and that’s how I was, and they would cuss me out because I had you in the bed with me and everything – I had a nursery in the room, but I just said that’s just too far across the room. After a cesarean it hurts, every time I would get up that pain would rip through you, and I said “I’m gonna keep you close to me,” and they would take you back, and they were trying to spoil you. They gave you that little slick hairstyle; all those curls were pressed down on your head, and when you went home I had that little yellow button-up terry cloth thing with the feet in it, and you were clean as the board of health going home. I mean the little outfit I had you [in]. I started out with that, but then I changed because it was hot outside, I put on that little terry cloth thing, but then I changed to your little blue and white outfit I think, with little booties.

Whew! Time traveling all the way back to the beginning is exhausting. If I could only remember my own beginning, I wouldn’t have had to interrogate my mother. Oh well, at least she was available to provide some insight into the beginning events of my life. I am fortunate in this respect. Now I can definitely avoid writing any kind of heathen fiction. Churchman would be proud. Hell, I am proud! Now I can finally answer the difficult questions with some authority. If someone asks: “What did the beginning look like?” I’ll respond “Well, you wouldn’t necessarily recognize now from then, but it certainly feels the same.” Of course I am only drawing from my beginning. I am still ultimately at a loss in reference to our collective beginning. I wonder though, maybe I should go about making my very own calendar with the first day of existence commencing July 31, 1 CE or Current Era. I mean since we’re all living in our own frames of time, space, and theory anyway. It would be much easier for me to follow a system that applies entirely to me. My Birthday would be New Years and Christmas! Well, maybe not Christmas, but definitely New Years, and here’s the very best part: I would always remember to write the correct date on New Years day since the year would correspond to my ages!

I must admit though, this idea is not completely original. In fact it’s been done, refried, prepackaged, and aged. Is it really the two thousand tenth year of our lord? Technically yes. 2004 years ago, Dionysius Exiguus, a sixth century Roman monk, meddled the anno Domini, “year of our lord,” era into existence. All this anno Domini stuff essentially began because in the sixth century there were contending debates within the Catholic Church about Jesus Christ’s resurrection date, and I can imagine why. It is 2010 and what does anyone really know about the resurrection of Jesus Christ in this day and age? We have the Internet, refrigerators, and scientists who can figure out the age of the Earth, but none of us really know anything about when and how Jesus Christ resurrected(It’s a mystery!). So, in the sixth century without Internet or refrigerators, I can imagine that the debate about the resurrection date must have been wildly heated and taxing! It must have been quite the daunting task to try and figure out the resurrection date of a prophet, and at the same time avoid being slain. There was an awful amount of bloodshed back in those days. Many Christians were persecuted, sacrificed to pagan god’s, and killed just for being into Jesus. Christians in Emperor Diocletian’s era were catching all sorts of hell. Something had to be done. So, luckily Señor Dionysius finally says: Enough is enough! I’m gonna settle this like a true G. We Christians have been persecuted for long enough! So, Emperor Diocletian suck a nut, your era is over. Now it’s the anno Domini era! That’s right, the year of our lord. Also guess what, I’m a mathematical genius! So, ain’t no debate about the date, cause I got Easter tables! Yes, he had Easter tables. Pause.

No disrespect to Mr. Dionysius Exiguus AKA Dennis the Little, but what did he really know about making a calendar designed around the conception of Jesus Christ? I am willing to bet a few ornate Easter eggs, little to nothing at all. It’s the sixth century, and one of the hottest topics of the day is the creation of a calendar that fixes Easter on the date of Jesus’ resurrection. It’s like trying to figure out when one should celebrate the birthday for a child who was born in the wilderness to a pack of wolves! Eventually an approximate time of birth will be calculated, and the birthday will be celebrated on some arbitrary date that holds more symbolic significance than anything else.

So, with all of its faults, a new calendar, that incorporates Dionysius’ Easter tables, hatches into the cultural conscience of 46 BC. Julius Caesar dubs it the Julian calendar(shocking.) Caesar’s new calendar is significant because before the majority of the world adopts the Gregorian calendar, most of the world was influenced by its predecessor the Julian calendar.

Calendars are corrupt pieces of woolly mammoth dung! The further back in time we go the more corrupt calendars seem to be. The Julian Calendar was corrupted by the high and mighty pontifices. Pontifices were often, surprise surprise, politicians. So, the calendar was often molested to suit the pontifices term of office instead of aligning with the tropical or solar year. Eventually the molestation got so out of hand that Caesar crossed the Rubicon on January 10, 49 BC of the official calendar; however, the official calendar was subject to so much exploitation and corruption that it was no longer aligned with the ecological seasons; therefore, Caesar’s crossing actually occurred in mid-autumn. Vomit.

We are living in the righteous now of the now, 2010: the Gregorian era. This time is like the currency situation. What does it mean? It is enough to make a few heads spin. Why are we traveling through the flawed system with such high regard for it folks? Omar Khayyám did it better. Nine hundred some odd years ago Omar Khayyám the Persian mathematician, philosopher, astronomer, physician, and poet did it way better. The it that I am referring to is the timetable that keeps us all in check as we check it. The calendar that most of the world accepts is called the Gregorian calendar. More about that later, let us  now focus on the more outstanding.

Back in 1073 AD Khayyám was invited, along with other scientists, by Sultan Jalal al-Din Malekshah Saljuqi (Malik Shah for short) to build an observatory. This newly built observatory was used to measure the solar year. Five hundred years ago Khayyám and his posse of scientists measured the solar year out to 365.24219858156 days. This number is more accurate than Pope Gregory XIII’s Gregorian calendar. What seems so solid, our Sunday to Saturday calendar, is a bit flimsy.

There are at least a few things that make our calendar deficient. For instance, try to divide it into equal halves or quarters. Now, how many days are in each month? They say necessity is the mother of invention, well the following rhyme was invented just so we could remember how many days are in a month amidst this capricious system.

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November.
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting February alone,
Which hath twenty-eight days clear,
And twenty-nine in each leap year.


I still have trouble remembering how many days are in each month, despite the rhyme. With months and even years beginning on any day of the week, our calendar is far from the most structured timetable out there. It often keeps us guessing. I was born on a Wednesday, but my birthday this year falls on a Sunday. This happens because the calendar is just not very organized. The powers that be have grossly manipulated calendars to benefit their own personal endeavors for a very long time. We are living in a time, an offbeat rhythm, an arbitrary ticking, an old fashioned system. For incompetence, corruption, and foolishness have no place here in this new world. We need calendar reform.

Fortunately Elisabeth Achelis, of Brooklyn New York, devised the World Calendar 80 years ago. Log on and download information from The World Calendar Association. Evolve.

Are We evolving? Look at us, nearly 7 billion of us. Most of us are weak, most of us are starving, and most of us are subject to somebody misusing and/or abusing power. So, are we evolving? Or are we just existing? If we are just existing, we have been doing so for quite sometime now according to the science journal Nature. “Based on analyses of patterns of mitochondrial DNA, [the] researchers estimated that an exodus from Africa occurred within the past 100,000 years.” Approximately one hundred thousand years ago Homo sapiens roamed Africa. Today Homo sapiens roam all seven continents.

Is the earth evolving? It has been in rotation for such a long time, approximately 4.5 billion years. The enormity is difficult to comprehend, and we often err in the struggle to understand. Not too long ago we were so confidant that our home was a flat plane with an edge of doom, not the we of now but the we of before. It seems that we are both subject to the we of before and the we of until. What I mean is, what was will always be in control until what is handles things appropriately. So, when the future is dreamt up, it is actually not in peril, but in alignment with the natural laws of the universe.

So, I go outside and I look up. I look up at the birds, treetops, and clouds. Day turns to night and I look up at the constellations, stars, and planets. It seems that the universe is spread out and out and out. No wonder there’s speculation of a “multiverse,” I wonder if it spreads out forever. I look up and my eyes wander the sky for answers. In response to my wandering, I get nothing short of twinkle twinkle little stars.

The Universe stew: it bubbles, it boils, it toils, it’s Granny, it’s all of us spaced out. Look up at the sky tonight. It’s all there. It’s been there for approximately 13.75 billion years. The universe is said to be almost 14 billion years old. Old? It looks new to me. Whenever I see photos of surreal locations such as: the Milky Way, the Eagle Nebulae, or Centaurus A, I am always struck with adoration. These places cannot fathom old, just as water cannot fathom wet. When the average life expectancy for one of us is about 66.12 years,I wonder where the idea of aging even comes from? To think, we actually invest our thoughts and energies into feeling old. It seems to me that old age doesn’t really apply to us. We are so young in comparison to most life forms. We’ve only been around for 100,00 years or so, and while we’re here most of us don’t even live past 66. Some species live long enough to truly observe. Each generation observes, little by little, all that the senses can possibly handle. Plenty of us struggle with what we think we see, smell, hear, taste, and feel. Keep in mind, at one time, it was believed that the earth was flat and at the center of the heavens.

If our minds are narrow we have an impossible time seeing beyond ourselves. We are like infants, this is why I think our plight is so often gross and absurd. The Giant tortoise hit the scene 250,000,000 years ago. It has an average life expectancy of 100 years or more.
If people, on average, lived to see 100 years we might not be living in such trying times today. We are always the youth, we never get old. There is a 13 foot tall conifer tree that has been living in Sweden for 9,550 years and it still looks pretty good. What does the tree know? What does the tortoise know? Maybe we just know too much.

I think lack of experience makes us young, and more experience makes us tired. I think we are young because what do we truly know about anything? It takes us generations to discover that lead is poisonous to our health, and then it takes us years to eradicate it from our direct living environments. It seems that the more experience we have being inexperienced, the more experienced we actually become. But I think that the toiling involved in this process is the toll we pay for pertinent knowledge that is conducive to the proliferation of our species and the earth. Ignorance is bliss right? Well, Dr. David Weeks, who has studied the sex lives of adults for 10 years says that “couples who have sex at least three times a week look more than 10 years younger than the average adult who makes love twice a week.” This is great, but what if none of us knew about STD’s and couples were not monogamous. The blissful  ignorance eventually turns into an STD nightmare, with all sorts of ignorant explanations as to why the lovers are sick. Hopefully most of my peers living around a Gregorian calendar know about STD’s by now. Most of the toiling has been done, but we must continue because HIV/AIDS is still wildly rampant.

For those of us who have loved – I mean truly loved and lost, know the tiring feeling. Losing love is tiring, having your heart broken is tiring, but these situations are quintessential experiences that detail the plight of a young homo sapien who is ultimately striving, lusting, and yearning for the experience that he or she is lacking.
This plight knows no age, but we all feel old and tired afterwards. So, as I look around in today’s world I see an abundance of youth. On the chopping block right now, a 140 year old company: Goldman Sachs, is a prime example of the youth at large. NBC news explains that

“The company is being charged by the FCC for having worked with a prominent hedge fund, which handles largely unregulated investments for the wealthy to create a package of risky sub-prime mortgages that was designed to fail. Sachs then labeled the bucket a good investment and sold the supposedly good investment to others, telling them that the hedge fund had also invested. But Sachs did not tell investors that the hedge fund helped pick the worst mortgages, and was actually betting against the bucket.”

Greed, deceit, misunderstandings, and mistakes all wrapped up into one big power play. As a society, I think that what we expect from those who have crossed the threshold from adolescence into adulthood is a complete mastery of elementary concepts such as: sharing, fairness, honesty, self-control, and responsibility. However, I think that this threshold is a Bermuda Triangle. I do not think that there is a certain age that marks complete mastery of the basic concepts listed above. This would seem to explain why there are grown ass men in suits running around like Troglodytes.

The way that I see it is: we tool users hold the keys to our own destiny. The only competitor who poses a real threat to us is us and the muted microbes floating around in the air. So, we have the opportunity, the choice, to either use our minds in order to relearn and remediate the basics so that we do not make the “same foolish mistakes over and over and over again, or we can stunt our growth by continuing to indulge in our bad habits; thus, making us forever immature in this vast universe. Eventually we will surely crash out of times wave; mostly to have been known or unknown as the knuckleheaded warmongers, drug lords, and gangsters; polluters, pimps, liars, and rapists; thieves and mass murders: the intelligent fools.

In 1985 Lionel Richie and Michael Jackson (R.I.P.) wrote these words:

We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let’s start giving
There’s a choice we’re making
We’re saving our own lives
It’s true we’ll make a better day
Just you and me


These words were written 24 years ago in 1985, the year of my birth. So, I conclude here that I do believe in the message above. Although we are young, childlike life forms here on Earth, we are an abundant species; our explicit presence is profound. We alter the land, the sky, and the oceans. We really ought to be more responsible because like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said:

“All life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied into a single garment of destiny. Whatever effects one directly affects all indirectly. We are made to live together because of the interrelated structure of reality.”  

-Amen


Submitted: April 21, 2012

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