How blessed we are to be alive at a time when our national culture has become borderline suicidal (maskless) after such a long time of being homicidal (militarized), because we are plunging through a dark passage that — although it may seem terrifying — will, after a great period of uncertainty, eject us into a space of shockingly brilliant, blinding truth about ourselves into which we can finally relax.
Many of us will immediately return to the agony of division and conflict because it is familiar and predictable, a well-worn groove in our lives. This new awareness would seem to be unforgettable yet for too many people is easily denied, rationalized and minimized. Others will compare their prior experience with the new one and accept the strange unpredictability and power of love, beauty and intuitive guidance.
Whatever we choose, there is no going back, there is no repeat of history, there will only be ever-increasing challenges of broken-ness, ever greater threats to our pretenses of control, until we let go of our extraordinarily limited ideas about who we are, why we are here, and where we are going.