“When you’re lovers in a dangerous time, Sometimes you’re made to feel as if your love’s a crime — But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight — Got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight” – “Lovers in a Dangerous Time”, Bruce Cockburn
We’ve got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight. Today that rings so true.
Why do things like what happened in Colorado last night happen? I’ll be damned if I know and I’m suspicious of anyone who claims to have an explanation.
Some will be quick to blame guns and our “gun culture”. I reject that argument out-of-hand. Prohibition doesn’t work and guns are just tools.
Is it instead a societal issue? Our violent culture? I don’t buy that either. We are not automatons to be programmed.
Do the horrific actions of one individual say anything about anything other than their own state of being or intentions? I don’t think it does.
So then, why do we immediately search for external sources of blame in the face of such tragedies?
Not much in the way of answers, I have just as many questions as everyone else.
Was he insane? I’m sure his attorneys will argue as much. After all, how could a sane man do such a thing?
We are all continually in search of meaning.
Life, death, love, hate, time, space and eternity. What does it all, or any of it mean?
Sorry if this rambles, my thoughts are much the same way right now. More than usual.
Anyway, back to the beginning – “kicking at the darkness”, it’s a poetic way to say that we cannot simply stand around with our hands in our pockets. We must act. Everyday.
Sorry. Was trying for profound, got jabbering instead.