An excerpt:
“I can’t help but feel we should be in mourning. It seems the world is ending. For all I know, it’s already ended. I don’t mean that we are all going to die tomorrow, or that fire is raining out of the sky, (though I won’t rule out that possibility for the future.) I’m not expecting the imminent coming of the Antichrist, or Christ Himself, or any other supernatural interventions. For all I know, it may not be such a grand event, the end of a world. It could be said that the world has ended, and been reborn in other forms, over and over again through the millennia; that possibly it draws to a close every few decades, or every few months, or every few seconds, and the possibility for rebirth is as uncertain each morning as is the expectation between the inhaling and exhaling of breath. Each second could be the moment of death, as it could be the moment of rebirth.
All I know is that the world is not well. Hundreds of millions of us in America woke up this September the 11th and looked back on our last decade, feeling what? What accomplishments could we find to praise? What of the hopes which had flurried within us in the weeks and months after the attacks—that we could rise from the ashes? That we could turn so much death into a greater rebirth? What had those hopes amounted to in the interceding years? Nothing. Our faith in the whole notion of rebirth has been squandered—perverted into greater materialism, war-making, zealotry…”
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http://www.canyoncountryzephyr.com/2011/10/02/sowing-clover-by-tonya-stiles/
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